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OK, cough it up!I want to know what your FORMERLY is, not least of all because perhaps it'll be as superficial and relatively unimportant in the scheme of things as is mine.

Obviously, the fact that you've always been the smartest kid in your family and yet couldn't bring yourself to finish your dissertation is nothing compared to the problems of veterans returning minus a limb, but it's still worth a few words. Or that your high school peers voted you most likely to get rich quick and you're working at Dunkin' Donuts. Or that you had the marriage and little blond children that seemed so perfect, and now you have an ex and bigger blond children that you see every other weekend.

Boo-effin'-hoo, some will say. You're not homeless. You're not trapped in some abandoned bomb shelter with nothing but a skeleton and some plant water to drink like that girl on All My Children. Get some real problems. And you will, at some point. But for now, I want to hear about your FORMERLY.

Go to the drop-down menu, and select a FORMERLY from among the ones I posted. If none apply, write your own in the box to the right. And then give me a few words (no more than 200) on your FORMERLY, what it meant to you and how you're dealing. You can also post a relevant picture (it needn't be you but something that says it all). Keep it relatively clean, kids, and feel free to post more than one. You can be serious, self-mocking, however you feel.

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A NEW YORKER, What's Your Formerly?

Formerly a NYer

811180047_a947b36228.jpgYes, it is true. After 16 years living in Atlanta (and 26 in New York, as in FROM BIRTH til I was 26), I am admitting that I am formerly (and not currently) New Yorker — which is to say, I will probably never go back there to live (unless I somehow miraculously either win the lottery or inherit my parents’ rent-controlled apartment). I hate to give up on the idea of me as a NYC-ite but it is true. It is also true that I love my back yard and driving places (how inconvenient is a city bus with a double stroller?) — even to the market two blocks (gasp) away! Still< i cling to my NYC identity. I will NEVER be a Southerner (even though, much to my eternal surprise, my two daughters and husband are!!!). Sometimes, I repeat “I live in GEORGIA” to myself, just to see if it sounds any less weird. Nope.

Photo by: Aldo Gonzalez, CC Licensed

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