A couple of summers ago (I'd like to say 2002), my best friend and I were at Modell's (sporting good store in the northeast) and we were talking about the hats that sat behind the cashiers. One in particular caught our attention in a not so flattering way. It was just horrible. My boy said "oh, come on". The woman in front of us screamed back something not so flattering in return, thinking that we were refering to her. Apparently, she had some issues with the cashier at the same time as we did with the hat. He screamed back that no one was talking to her.

At the time, we knew that it was time to go back to school and get out of the retardedness of the hometown.

God bless the City of New York, but I'm outta here.

I've had a few of those moments, but I've minimized them as much as I could. Unless I must, I don't venture into midtown because I rather not go to "NOO YAWK", the stigmatized NYC that most of you know of. I have stayed Uptown in Harlem and the Bronx for work and to be home. I actually went back to the Bay Area a little over two weeks ago to celebrate the six month anniversary of my relationship. And to do some networking. Things have gone well in terms of finding and getting to know people. Babson networks and personal contacts have helped trememdously and though there isn't a actual job yet, there will be one once I get back out there.

December 28th or 29th, I'm gone.

For once in this horrendous year, the stars are aligning. I know that while I make some money here, keeping my contacts and researching further will set up an offer within the first few weeks of the new year. So long as my family and friends have supported me and I'll have people out West, this is how it's going to be. And I know that this is a woman that I can spend the rest of my life with. Her support and help made this an easier decision.

And I'm a grown ass man, I would like to think.

Yet, I have two more months here to take advantage of.

San Jose/San Francisco, Here I Come