I am back by unpopular demand.
Since my family rarely took (or takes) pictures on Christmas, birthdays, or any other predictable, regularly scheduled dates, I’ve come to treasure my stash of Aardvark Day photos and the glimpse they provide into my past. Every photo stirs up memories— who I wanted to be in a given year, how I felt about the world, who my friends were, what unfortunate haircut I was surviving.
On May 8, 2013, a friend accidentally stood me up for a brunch date, I taught elementary music classes, and my boyfriend Mr. Jaunty finally came home from his three-month job-hunt in Germany. In five weeks, we’d get married, and by late July we’d be living in Germany. I looked roughly like this:
Yesterday was May 8, 2014. I spent all morning in my German integration course, studying with my “German family” of people from around the world. That evening, Mr. Jaunty did me a solid favor and took the following photos outside our house:
Yes, it breaks my heart to be wearing a winter coat in May… … and seeing photos of myself makes me writhe with shame, same as always. But I know that everyone who has seen me knows what I look like, I’m the only one with delusions. Moreover, I know from long experience that a year from now, these photos will be part of the Good Old Days.
Merry aardvarks to all, and to all a good night.