September was a bad month for me and blogging.
I came back from vacation just in time for another work conference this Saturday, so I have had my hands full with that. However, I did manage to get my San Francisco pictures added to facebook. Brandon had our Colorado trip documented by the time I got back, so I am clearly behind.
On my vacation I finished Dave Eggers’ “A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius,” and read half of “For One More Day” by Mitch Albom. Maybe I just have to be the naysayer here, but I just don’t think the latter is a very good writer. Why is he so popular? His writing is trite, predictable, corny… I had to read “The Five People You Meet in Heaven” for my Freshman Seminar class my first year at college, and I read it in maybe two hours. It wasn’t very good either, and on top of that, I had to write an essay about it.
I visited the following places that were also mentioned in AHWOSG, not because they were mentioned, but because it just worked out that way:
- South Park (not the animated one in Colorado)
- Geary (the street we walked on to get to Japan Town)
- South of Market neighborhood (aka, Jeanne’s neighborhood)
- Golden Gate Park
Aaaand a few others. I liked the book a lot. Thanks to the former SNP-ers who recommended it to me. I’m not sure what I’ll read next, but as always, I am open to suggestions.
It was great to see Doug and Chandra again. They have almost entirely new lives now, and I am jealous of them for their ability to pack up everything and start over. That takes guts. Cojones. Stones. It also takes a hatchback Subaru and willing friends to follow you in their car to help you unpack. Sadly, I was not among them. Now, Chandra works full-time and Doug has four different part time jobs and just started grad school. Honestly, if it wasn’t for current technology, their distance would be hard to swallow, but since they’ve moved, I’ve received countless facebook wall posts, spontaneous pictures sent via iPhone, Twitter replies and e-mails from them. It’s nice.
Seeing Jeanne was awesome, too. We don’t exactly keep in touch on a regular basis, but when we see each other, we tend to just pick up right where we left off. She lives a life that is fascinating in its own way; she is studying 2D animation at a famous art school in San Francisco and frequently attends job fairs and seminars hosted by the folks at Disney, DreamWorks, Pixar, etc. She lives two blocks from her college and spends her time going to one of the two movie theaters within blocks from her place, or sitting in the park by the convention center studying. She has a roommate, but she wasn’t around much. She has friends in her program at school and is taking interesting, fun classes. She is in an extremely competitive field, but at least she’s in the right place to make her dream job happen.
Being in San Francisco woke me up to my old dream of living in a city. The plan in college was to graduate and move to New York City. I settled for Columbus because, a, I found a job there, and b, I graduated at the worst possible time for my family, and I knew I couldn’t leave the state right then. Columbus is an awesome city, and I was/am excited to be here, but I always felt it would be temporary; granted, these excuses I give for not moving to NYC are just that – excuses. In reality, it is extremely unlikely I would have found an entry level journalism job there AND have been able to afford to live there and not New Jersey or something. I would have needed to get a few years of experience under my belt before becoming a good candidate for much of anything. In all this, though, I kind of forgot that Columbus was meant, in my mind, to be temporary. A stepping stone. San Francisco reminded me of this, of the Big Plan. Maybe the plan’s changed a little bit, since I am no longer on the path of journalistic experience, and I recently decided to become a screenwriter on the side, but I can do PR for something I really care about almost anywhere in the country.
What I am trying to say is, I don’t want to give up. I feel like I let it all go, without even realizing it, in the past year and a half. And I didn’t even know it until last week. I love Columbus, but I don’t want to live here my whole life. I want to live somewhere else, and then come back to it. It’s such a catch-22, because I have to stay here to get experience, only to leave for a year or two and then come back. Or do I? Who knows.
Maybe you just came here to look at vacation photos, and here I am live-blogging my quarter life crisis for you instead. Well, I didn’t want to show up empty handed. Here’s a condensed version of my trip: