Nine years ago, I jumped on the burgeoning firstnamelastname bandwagon and ventured out of the world of ISP and Geocities websites.
I had started a personal website in about 1997, back when you could say pretty much whatever you wanted without fear of getting dooced (only because it hadn’t happened to anyone yet). I started writing random articles and putting up pictures and generally fiddling around with HTML and teaching myself “the internet”. In 1999, around the same time that Blogger started serving the angst-ridden Gen X/Y generation, I started a journal which didn’t get me dooced but did get me called into the HR manager’s office at my then-job. I learned it is best to not talk about annoying co-workers and their hairy cheek moles. And on 16 August 2000, I bought this domain.
I was talking about this with a friend the other week; about how I have been doing this for so long. I remember the time where there were only a small number of bloggers in New Zealand (namely Robyn Gallagher, Dean Gray (where did he go?), Starla Jo, Ryan Wataki, and of course Olivia). It really was a pretty tight-knit and small community, and looking back over the past 9 years, it seems weird how mainstream both blogging and the internet in general has become. It seems weird to have been there pretty much right at the start and that for some unknown reason I haven’t really stopped. That is probably my obsessive-compulsive tendencies, if I stop now what does that mean? Perhaps I like continuity. I also think it will be interesting to look back in 20 years and see what I was doing, what I liked, what inspired me.
Over the years, I have noticed I write less about my personal life. I think that comes with the internet becoming so mainstream, and also when you go through major life changes you don’t really want to document the hardships quite so openly. This isn’t LiveJournal or 1999 after all. I have gone from a (relatively and comparatively) naive 19-year-old girl, to a confident and self-assured 29-year-old woman. (Eek, woman! I suppose I can’t really call myself a girl any more.) I moved to Austin Texas, got married to the fantastic Ben Brown, sadly got divorced, slept on couches for a few months in Houston Texas, sorted my shit out and stayed in Houston for a couple of years, travelled around Europe, moved to Manchester England, and in 2006 came home. This is a record of my life.
In a year from now I will do a recap of what I’ve loved about this past decade, the things I am proud of. Ten bloody years. I look forward to it.
Until then, happy birthday!
