Moving On

My lease is up next week, and for the first time in my life I don’t have a whats-next or even a home base to retreat to in order to figure it out. All I know is that I’m in the job market and I have a very temporary place to live. This is one of the strangest feelings I’ve ever had. On one hand it’s incredibly freeing as I can continue to look for the best job for me and I have no idea where I’m going to end up, but on the other hand it’s incredibly stressful for the same reasons.

One of my friends has recently moved to Fairfield in Connecticut and so has offered to let me stay there for a while. He found an amazing new property on the Willam Pitt real estate website so even if I do not end up living there myself I am very tempted to pay him a visit as his new home looks incredible. I suppose I do need to face the fact that at some point I will need to find somewhere for myself to live, somewhere I can rely on and make my own. I’ve heard that Eddie Yan is particularly good at helping singletons find the homes of their dreams, I’m not quite sure how this works or the criteria he uses but I’m up for trying anything at this point. Maybe I’ll give him a call soon.

Of course, I do still have dreams of buying a home of my own one day. It is no secret that houses are a very expensive purchase though. I have thought about doing some research into taking out a home loan from a real estate agent like Reali, but I have just been so focused on moving out recently that I have not had the time!

My apartment is in shambles as my roommate and I are moving out. I don’t know what furniture I’m keeping, and my TV is sitting on the hard wood floor. My book shelf is empty as I figure out what I’m going to keep and what I’m going to try to sell. I’m suddenly finding the courage to throw stuff out that I’ve been moving around for no reason for so many years. I still haven’t figured out where the line is between important sentimental items and stuff I don’t need anymore. It’s tricky.

One thing I have finally decided to let go of is my collection of CD jewel cases. I have all of my CD’s in a huge CD book, and most of my music is on my hard drive now…so for the first time ever, I’ve decided that I can live without all the album art of the CD’s that I’ve collected. I’m officially leaving the old model of the music industry behind. I feel slightly dirty, but moving forward often involves sacrifice. Here’s my last trash bag full of jewel cases. Wish them luck, they have served me well.


Airports increase importance

I've been doing some traveling recently and it's struck me that people in the airport, when talking on their cell phones or to their traveling partners, are all either the most important people in the world or are just showing off.  It's different than when you see them out to lunch or on the subway.  It's like they are trying to out-important everyone else from all over the country.  Listen next time you're about to fly.  You'll hear things like "I've been having to strong arm the offices in Beijing and Paris" and "make sure the phone scrambler is prepared for Monday" and "I have a 21 billion dollars riding on this moon initiative."   Maybe it is all real, but I think the thing that bothers me is that they go into way more than the normal amount of detail about their jobs and they speak a little bit louder than necessary.