It’s been an interesting decade.

For me, it’s been a whirlwind that went by too fast.

Here’s some highlights.

At the end of the last decade, I graduated from college and took my first newspaper job as a sports editor in a tiny town in Oregon.

During the Y2K scare, I remember stocking up on groceries and taking out half my latest paycheck in cash just in case.

Nothing happened.

In 2000, I was still sports editor in that tiny town and took a vacation with two of my closest friends to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, because I felt I deserved it.

My middle sister was then married, leaving me the only single one in a family of four siblings.

I was then in a car accident where a teenager ran a stop sign and sideswiped the truck my dad bought me in high school.

I then bought my first vehicle, a 2000 Honda Civic.

In 2001, the biggest memory for me was 9/11. I was on deadline, laying out my sports pages while listening to the events unfold over the radio.

In 2002, I covered the Olympic Games in Salt Lake City, interviewed a German speed skater and enjoyed the experience.

In 2003, I took my first job as a managing editor in a tiny town in California at a tiny office.

There was a staff of three, and the building was nestled in a shopping center with a laundry mat and a barber shop.

That paper was bought out by another paper, and I took another managing editor’s job at a slightly bigger town nearby.

My dad remarried for the first time since my mom died in the mid 1990s.

I was still single.

I then climbed Half Dome in Yosemite and did so again the following year.

Both times I felt as if I was going to die trying, but I didn’t.

In 2005, I took my first real vacation since that Mexico trip. I spent a little more than a week in Paris with my best friend and his family.

I spoke the language a bit, saw the Mona Lisa and enjoyed some of the best food I’ve ever tasted.

In the summer in 2006, I flew to Minnesota for the first time in years and liked it so much I promised myself I would move there in the near future.

The beginning of a bad economy kept me in California, so I did more climbing and joined a softball league where I hit close to .700 for the season.

I failed to hit a home run.

In 2007, I bought my second car, another Honda Civic.

In 2008, I was offered the job I have now and kept the promise to myself by moving to Minnesota.

A year and a half later, I’m still here and still single.

We’ll see what the next decade has in store.