My swan song to Los Angeles has started as of this past Monday. The 19th was my last day of work, Alison’s is sometime in July, and everybody is finally out of the dark regarding our move. No More sneaking around.
Finally.
It’s incredibly difficult to watch “last” moments go by and not be able to share their joy publicly (unless you were a twitter friend before I went public with it). As Alison put it,
We’re traveling a one way road and watching the last of a stream of telephone poles rush by.
You don’t notice the poles until you get to the fork in the road. You make a right, but the poles follow the road to the left. In our case, the road to the right takes both Alison and I to marriage, traveling, new jobs, a new education, and more specifically, to San Francisco.
I’ve enjoyed my time immensely in Los Angeles. This is my home. Born, raised, educated, and careered in the City of Angeles. This will always be my hood. But I fancy myself a cultured kid, constantly learning, and perpetually happy. Who am I fooling if I never live in another city? How can I even begin to define what my culture is without ever stepping out of it and watching it from a different perspective?
For the time being, I’m simply happy that I get to experience “last of”, and more importantly, “first of” moments with out the gag on, as they roll by.
I’ll start by taking the gag off of what i meant here.
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