Loading ...On The Eve Of My Departure
By Evan ~ April 29th, 2008. Filed under: nostalgia.
One year ago this week I left the East Coast for Los Angeles. It is weird to think that I have not returned home since then, not in a homesick way, but in a “Huh. I wonder what changes I would find in the city or my hometown” way. For as long as I can recall, I have been prone to daydreaming. During these past twelve months, I have often caught myself trying to picture the drives to various places I used to frequent when I was living at home. I pondered landmarks that were used to estimate times of arrival. I tried to predict how buildings sites have changed. I question my ability to drive somewhere without getting lost.
Tomorrow I’m flying back East for ten days of reunion with family and friends. I’m looking forward to seeing those who I have not seen since my departure, and visiting some of my favorite spots in New York and New Jersey. Several day-trips are already planned, and you can guarantee I will be blogging about the trip in great detail, just as I would if I were a stranger in a strange land. The only difference is, this time the strange land happens to be where I spent the majority of my first quarter-life.
April 27th, 2007 to April 30th, 2008. To me that feels like a long time. It has not been a multi-year odyssey. My story would pale in comparison to that of a soldier stationed overseas for several years returning home from battle. I’m just a douchebag who has spent the majority of these 368 days getting drunk and fucking around instead of trying to get my life together. Although positive changes have occurred in recent months, the truth is that I feel like kind of a dick for not making it home sooner. I was offered a trip home at Thanksgiving that I turned down, and one earlier this month that I also turned down. Like I said, it’s not as if I’m Odysseus making a ten year voyage back to Ithaca after fighting in the the Trojan War, but there are a lot of people who I am looking forward to seeing, and a lot of activities are planned that have me excited.
I’ll be sure to write tomorrow from my old bedroom, in the company of my East Coast record collection, with some fancy beers that have been cellared for the last year. Stay tuned for the adventures of boy blunder as he returns to the land of his birth.
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In other news, I’m sure my happiness about going home is nowhere near as great as fans of Jimi Hendrix are to hear that Vivid will imminently be releasing a Hendrix sex tape. The New York Times has a story about it, using the tape as a talking point for the “surge of voyeuristic entertainment that has swept Hollywood.” I think that means they too are miffed about the celebrity culture boom that has overtaken the country, but they probably don’t want to lambaste their readership for enjoying celebrity gossip when the article itself is based on gossip about a dead celebrity. In other words, the Times sucks.
