Where The Streets Have No Name
The strange yet interesting thing about this move is the feeling that this is not the first time I have lived here. I feel a bit goofy saying that especially since I know damn well I haven’t ever lived here, but it is true.
Perhaps some of it is related to how similar I find aspects of the city and Los Angeles. There are distinct differences between the two but every now and then I look around and think about how I wouldn’t be surprised if unfamiliar streets led me right back to those I know best.
Where The Streets Have No Name
Where the streets have no name is how I think of many of the streets I have driven down, around or passed over. I see them and pick out landmarks so that I don’t get lost but I don’t always catch the names of the streets so for a time they’ll remain unnamed.
Soon enough I’ll have spent enough time around these parts to name more than a few and to be able to provide directions to those who ask, at least that is my theory.
Of course there are always elements that can throw off a theory such as the construction around town that has consistently made a mockery of the directions fed to me by my GPS.
It is a good thing the damn thing doesn’t have feelings because I have been forced to ignore its directions on multiple occasions and consequently have been subjected to its nagging to course correct.
Course Correction On A Larger Scale
And that leads me to acknowledge this move as being a course correction on a larger scale.Â I am not viewing this as a short term change, something that will be measured in months because it sends the wrong message.
This is a life change.
It is where I look at the those three little words and say I am not going to blow an opportunity by not showing up or being present. I am all in. I am here and I am ready for whatever comes my way.
It doesn’t mean there will not be challenges or that I won’t have hard moments. It doesn’t mean I won’t wake up and say WTF did I just do because that is natural.
But when those moments come I intend to push through because I need to see where it leads. I need to find out what this means. It doesn’t matter if I am traveling down the road not taken or sauntering down a paved path– I can’t answer the question of what happens without walking the whole way.
It is interesting to be in a place where no one knows me. I have a few acquaintances but the people who know me best are not particularly close, especially those who are back home.
The net effect is that I have no history of any sort with anyone. No one knows me as anything but Jack and whatever odds and ends they glisten from conversation.
In person I am far less forthcoming than I am here on the blog. You might hear a few stories about this and that but I tend not to let people in very quickly.
Some of it is probably because I am very comfortable with myself and have no problem sitting in silence. I find it peaceful.
But I also expect I will make a point to be more outgoing because solitude grows old over time and you can never have too many friends.
No One Wants Rotten Miracles
It is funny to me to look at the post about rotten miracles and to think about that cornfield in Iowa because I built this opportunity on hard work and faith. I pushed, pulled and screamed to make it happen.
Now it is here and I’ll find out firsthand what I have done.
I am excited about the possibilities. I am excited to drive these streets with no name and to figure out what they are called and what they will be called.
Faith, hard work and a bit of luck and a double dose of magic.
The moment is now.