Five years

On Saturday 5 December 2000, I loaded up the U-haul and left Long Beach for good. It was a bittersweet trip, to say the least. I was both happy to moving on, getting on with my life and oh so very sad to be leaving such good friends and memories behind.

And now five years have passed. My life has changed in so many ways. I’ve accomplished things and experienced things I would have NEVER done chained to my desk doing 9 to 5 to life in L.A.

I have no regrets. I know I made the right decision, and I know it was the best thing for me to do. But still I can’t help wondering what if I’d stayed? Where would I be? Who would I be? I imagine I’d be quite different from who I am now.

Ah well, enough babbling.

2 replies on “Five years”

  1. How about this scenario..

    You probably would be bouncing from one techy job to another trying to find your niche. All of your good friends will have moved on and found themselves different lives outside the pearly gates of Belmont Shores. You’d be living in a rented house on speed racer alley and your only visitor would be a guitar pickin’ tweek we all know as “Hacksaw”. Sound about right?

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