I guess I’ll start from where I am now, and then I’ll flash back to where I was then, and then eventually to where I will be after now – that is to say in the future. Not that I will be writing in the future, but rather the future will see this as the past, therefore I when I arrive in the future I will be writing about the present, so I must refer to it as the future now.
I am in Los Angeles, California. Playa Del Rey to be specific – 8219 West Manchester Avenue Apartment 1.
Why am I here? I guess the doors led me here. I arrived on a big steel bird from New York just 48 hours ago. I work at an advertising agency called Initiative. I work on their KIA account as a Media Strategist.
So far in Los Angeles I’ve taken a bicycle down to a little pizza joint called “Hank’s,” pushed that bicycle up a hill to the beach, sat on a rock, and ate it. The beach is glorious…
A lovely girl named Stephanie Maciel picks me up at my apartment (which I share with my friend Tyler) in a black Honda Civic ’07 at 8a.m. on the dot Monday through Friday. We cruise, jam, and talk all the way to Initiative on Wilshire Blvd, 40 minutes away from Playa. At work, my teammates on the Kia strategy team buy me Starbucks Coffee (even though the free coffee there is awesome) with some cards we’re given by the clients as gifts. I met with Warner Bros. on Monday, Fader Magazine Wednesday and Playbill today. Pretty cool companies, but I will be going to the Sony Expo tomorrow with the other interns currently working on different accounts, so that will be a fun half-day of work.
But enough about work, what am I thinking? What is going on in my brain? Well, I’m extremely excited to be here. I love new places, I love the travel, and I love new people. But I can’t forget those I’ve left behind (for this short period of time) like my best friend, Alex, college crew Paige Winston, Joseph Mullin, Ciaran Lucey, and formerly Gigi Weir. Well to be honest I guess Paige is a former as well because she just graduated… damn.
But I’ll tell you, quickly, a short story of the night I left for Los Angeles…
I had to work at the Radio Station (WSBU 88.3 FM “The Buzz”) until 10p.m. Friday night at St Bonaventure University. It was my final night with the high schoolers I was teaching the ropes of on-air djing. I quickly sped home to “Boat House: (former college hang-out spot and home to Paige Winston whom I was squatting with for a few weeks during that internship), said some nearly-tearful goodbyes, cranked the tunes in my off-white ’98 Audi a4 Quattro, and started home to Sugar Grove, PA. I got drunk with my friend Alex, and next thing I knew my parents had dropped me at the Buffalo airport. I was standing outside smoking a cigarette thinking of the feelings I felt when I first departed for Ireland. Then it was a strange feeling of anxious emptiness. Anxiously exited for the future, although empty from exhaustion, and the feeling that the world I was currently in had already been pulled from my heart and placed at my destination.