Am I blogging...or am I pitching my existence?
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Monday, August 16, 2004 The Pitch: It's like 1984 meets Back to the Future! I had an odd realization while writing my entry last night, but figured it'd be wiser to share it on a different entry. And now, of course, I have two other things to write about, one of which is wondering if they have a word that describes having multiple blog entries piling up in your head (maybe I won't bother with that one).Last night, I was going to launch into an extended round of gratitude for having a wonderful girlfriend, access to wonderful Ethiopian food and wonderful cheesecake when I realized that exactly twenty years ago, I was preparing to move to San Francisco and attend college. If I don't think too much about the particulars, I can faintly remember that anxiety, that hope and that fear. Seventeen years old and about to leave home--the only thing I can summon with any clarity is my parents' insistence that I have my name and social security number sautered into my computer, typewriter, and other electronic items as they'd read somewhere that this made recovery of stolen items from pawn shops much easier. Of course, I doubt anyone recommends doing that now as it makes identity theft a trillion times easier. Maybe we should have also put my date of birth and checking account number on there, too. What strikes me, though, is I now have all those things--great girlfriend, writing job (kinda), fantastic living situation--I was sure would be mine within, say, four years at the most. But I've lived in San Francisco for seventeen years now, which was my entire life lived up to that sweaty nervous point back in 1984, to say nothing of the three year vacation in Hell (Los Angeles) I also lived through. Because we moved to Humboldt County when I was young, I've actually lived in San Francisco longer than I lived in Humboldt. You would think I would think of San Francisco as home by now, don't ya think? Now that I've got the great girlfriend, the writing job (kinda), and the fantastic living situation I was sure would be mine by 21, maybe it'll come easier. posted by Jeff Lester | 8:23 AM | |
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