I finished high school in spring which was a true blessing. I had always been a good student (4th best in my year) but got bullied for being a nerd.
Over the summer, I worked as a programmer for a small game studio, making a Nintendo DS game that got cancelled by the publisher on the day we sent in the last release candidate because they finally noticed that their idea was crap and they should have accepted the changes we had proposed. Didn’t matter, I had already been paid and got a lot of experience out of it.
In October, I started university which was a great chance to make new friends. By now I’ve lost contact with most of them but some are still around and I appreciate them a lot. I was lucky enough to already live close to the university so I could stay at my parents’ house.
Through all of this, I was in the middle of my first serious relationship. My partner moved from across the country to a town just an hour away from me. Being able to see each other more often was amazing but at the same time it made things more complicated. We were constantly struggling with aligning our schedules, couldn’t agree at whose place we should meet and got annoyed when one wanted to meet friends on a day the other would be free. We broke up in 2009 but we’re still good friends.
It was pretty much the peak of a community that I’m still part of today. Apart from long online discussions, we met twice a year for community events with about 60-80 guests who decided that it’s our turn to define what being a grown-up means. These events still exist (the last one was just a few weeks ago) but they’ve gotten smaller and some of that chaotic creativity has been lost forever.
Overall, 2008 may have been the start of one of the best sections of my life. I’ve never had more active friendships at the same time, before or after. I had many of the perks of being an adult without most of the drawbacks. I earned a bit of money and could keep most of it because university is cheap in my country and I didn’t have to pay rent. If I had the chance (and could take a few people that I met later with me), I would probably go back.
And now you understand what we Germans feel when Americans ask what our ancestors did during the 1930s and 40s.