It’s with a nervousness I’m unaccustomed to that I take off from Newark Airport today, and it’s not a fear of flying. As we take off and soar past the skyline of the city I’ve admired nearly my entire life (not Newark), I have a mixture of excitement and trepidation that this is a vantage point I may become more and more used to. Today I’ve set out on a month-long trip, not just of debauchery with one Mr. Adam Dioguardi, but a trip that could drastically change the path that my life has been going along and destroying any sort of “plan” I’ve ever had (which is not to say I have ever had a grand life plan).
Today, I’ve departed for San Francisco International Airport, with a final destination of Davis, California, home of the University of California-Davis, the employer/educator of one of my best friends. However, one week from today, I’ll be in Torrance, CA interviewing for a job which could be an incredible opportunity for me, both personally and professionally. I would have the challenge of moving 3000 miles from nearly everyone I’ve ever known, as well as assuming an organizational role at least one step higher on the corporate ladder than I would have thought I’d be qualified for.
I’m not sure how much writing like this I’ll be doing during the course of my travels, which will take me via Prius from Davis to Torrance/Redondo Beach/Los Angeles and back through various coastal cities; via uncertain means to Portland, Oregon; and hopefully via Prius once more to Lake Tahoe, San Francisco, and Monterey, CA in some uncertain, as yet unplanned order. This is undoubtedly the most self-indulgent thing I’ve ever done, so if that’s not your thing, you could probably stop now (or 2 paragraphs ago), but if you’re curious, read along and I’ll try to be entertaining.
(Special mention to Nick Dioguardi, the inspiration for this literary ego trip, and also the person who made it not seem like too much of an ego trip)
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