Started a job that kept me so whirlwind insane, dervish-style, for the next four-ish years, and solo travelled for the first time that year, multiple places. Looking back I guess it really was formative. I was too busy, I don't think I ever processed this.
Only regret is missing out on a private concert with Prince (I'd time travel for that), because I was a workaholic idiot and decided to stay at work instead of joining friends and colleagues.
