Giving a Name to the Pain
Six years is not a long time. I've now lived in Columbus for six years, and it seems like a blink of an eye since I was living out on the West Coast. But not all blocks of six years are created equal. Six years in your thirties, as the last six years have been for me, is not the same thing as six years when you are younger. Context and timing matter. From August 1990 to August 1996, I lived in Jacksonville, Florida. That period of six years corresponded with my two years of middle school and my four years of high school. I was 12 at the beginning of that period and 18 when it ended. There is an argument to be made that this is the most significant six year period in any person's life, and I am coming to the conclusion that it is the most significant period of my life, by far. And it was spent entirely in a strange place called Jacksonville, Florida. If you have never been to Jacksonville, you probably have certain associations with "Fl...