I’ve always wanted to live in each of the big metropolis cities at least once. San Francisco, Los Angeles, New York, Miami, London, etc — the idea of satisfying this fantasy makes me squirm with eager anticipation. And I am one of those people who, when I see something I want, usually goes for it. Life is too short to waste time pulling hairs over pursuing great adventures (see Paulo Coehlo’s The Alchemist). Can you imagine? How tragic would it be if the kindling for satisfaction’s flame was only a plane ride away?
This explains why when my absolute favorite client offered to fly me out for a team meeting in LA, I happily accepted. Yes, yes! Are you crazy? I’d love to. Show me what I’m missing out on. Tell me about where you live, how you like the area, where you go to eat, what you do for fun — I want to know what this mysterious place is like!
So they sent a plane to fetch me, and off I went.
Tell me that isn’t one sexy airplane. Put me in you now, sexy airplane. I want to feel your insides.
Oh, baby. You feel so good inside. This is exactly where I want to be.
Okay. Yeah. Too much.
After surviving an interesting ride to the office with one obliviously racist cab driver, I settled into our conference room feeling eager to meet and collaborate with the rest of my team, all of us finally in person for the first time. And while I can’t exactly provide details on our ensuing discussion, allow me to leave you with this: “Cool” cannot begin to describe what we’re doing, nor my role in making it all happen. In fact, I’m pretty sure I stammered out, “Holy sh*t, yes,” several times in a row. Or was that just in my head? I can’t remember. I think I blacked out from all the awesome.
The meeting went so well, in fact, that it’s actually inspired me to strongly consider a move to Southern California. Why not? I work remotely as it is, which means it doesn’t really matter where I live, so moving wouldn’t disrupt any of the work I do. Plus, I’d still be close to an airport. Then there’s the fact that I’ve always wanted to try living in Los Angeles anyway. What more reason do I need?
And squeezing in a visit with two of my best friends before my flight back to San Francisco certainly helped tip the odds in LA’s favor.
My questions turn inward now.
Have I outgrown San Francisco? Is there still more for me to do here? Should I pursue my next adventure? Would a change of scenery free me to write with abandon once more? Would the move saturate my life with fresh inspiration for my creative passions?
The idea of feeling liberated again makes my mouth water.
O’, Inspiration, you terrible and wise old friend
A reoccurring and welcome addiction
The barest flashes of You
Speak to Me, my muse!
Seeking, searching, pen At the ready
That I may commit your ghost
To Something of this world
And other cheesy things.
So, y’know. I’m considering it. I still need to think it through, weigh my options, plan ahead, that sort of thing.
But it’s a possibility.
… A strong possibility.
PS. I gotta say, that LA weather is really calling to me.
A fist shake to you, good sir.