Twenty four years ago, I sat down at what was likely this same desk to write about a crush on a college classmate, from a class during my freshman year that I can barely remember. It was a common theme, carried over into numerous entries.

I still keep in touch with a few people that I met through here. One I had dinner with a few years ago, and a second I got back in touch with around the same time. They were two people who meant a lot to me at that time, and in the case of one of them, still means something to me today.

I'd love to say I'll be consistent with updating this, but if you look at the recent string of posts, you'll know it isn't true. I tend to pop in on the anniversary date with a, 'hey! This journal is ___ years old today!" before immediately forgetting about it for the rest of the year.

The fact that I remember that date though shows that this space meant and means something to me. I remember the anniversary like the birthday of an old friend. And now, with the exception of a pair of people on my buddy list and a few diaries that haven't bit the dust, I'm the last one standing, though it's more of a crawl, a scoot these days.

Next year is twenty five, which I'm reminded of due to a coworker being born a year before this was started. I have a small goal of updating this at least a couple of times before then, but if I don't, here's to another trip around the sun and I'm looking forward to the next one.