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.
jetts31 February 5, 2013 at 9:42 pm
One of the things I looked for when I was looking at colleges (years ago), was a college I knew none of my friends were going to. I wanted the school to look at me as Jimmy. Not by anything else. I wanted to carve my identity, separate from what I once was.
It was liberating. It was fantastic. It has always been my favorite part about a move or a new job. The ability to start fresh. Without any reins from previous incarnations of what we once were.
Good luck. Keep the faith and the hardwork my friend.
Jack February 5, 2013 at 9:54 pm
I like that. It makes a lot of sense and I feel the same way. There is a real sense of freedom that comes when no one knows who you were and you get to start over.
Stan Faryna February 3, 2013 at 8:08 pm
My first week back, I had steak everyday. T bones. Ribeyes. Filet Mignon. Aged, grass-fed and plain old Premium. If the food is good where you’re at, it can’t be half bad. [grin]
Jack February 3, 2013 at 8:32 pm
Good food goes a long way. A good meal helps make everything better.
Tony Dowling February 3, 2013 at 5:45 am
great post, you’re really taking me with you Jack! Nice work, I am rapt, cant wait for the next ‘episode’ 🙂
Jack February 3, 2013 at 9:56 am
I am glad you are enjoying it. I am having fun transcribing things and trying to paint a picture for people to follow.
Kaarina Dillabough February 3, 2013 at 5:38 am
“The moment is now”…it is and always will be:) Cheers! Kaarina
Jack February 3, 2013 at 9:57 am
You are absolutely correct.
Betsy Cross February 3, 2013 at 3:39 am
You know the people I miss the most when I move? The regulars. The guy at the gas station, the checker at the grocery store, the mailman, the crossing guard at the school- the people whose names I hardly ever bother to learn, but who know me and will miss me crossing paths with them as I will miss the same.
Good luck and have fun making friends.
Jack February 3, 2013 at 9:59 am
The people in the neighborhood can really help you feel like a part of things. I have a few that I will miss.
When you see them all the time they become part of your life.