Brian. Rachel. Pixel. Chris T. Christina. Nik. Elise. Sam. Oliva. Lance. Don. Deb M. Kyla. Dylan. Carter R. Tina. Alana. Alex. Mike H. Steve. Celebrate Recovery. Dave. Bill R. Jack. Greg. Mick. Ken. Steve. Kirk. Ann. The Petes. Rubyana. Stacy. Melanie. Robin. Sammyk. Jeff S. Brian A. Sterling. Verlon. Charlie. Jeff N. Stephen N. Ashley N. Tim. Lori. Madeline. Christopher. My tech team. Brady. Ashley O. Jeff with the huge glasses. Jason. Andrea. Cory. Natasha. Carter. Matthew E. Brandon the drummer. Micha M. Jeremy R. Joe. Bob B. Steve M. Mr. Stanley – I still can’t bring myself to address him by his first name without wincing. Ben. Jessica. Dan. Christie. Jacob. Jenny. Guy. Kathy. Mikayla. Ed. Dawn. Kurt. Katie. Diane. Brandon. Gary. Vicky. Onna. Amy. George. Kendra. Tanner. Josh. Immersion. Robb. Ronn D. Tom C. Richard W. Volunteering at Blank. Emily K.
In thirty-six hours time, I will no longer be anywhere close (relatively speaking) to the geographic location that I have called “home” for the past twenty-two years. I have spent the past week stuffing my collection of earthly belongings into numerous cardboard boxes which now litter my room; soon I will be shoehorning such oddities as a guitar, a keyboard, big Tannoy speakers, clothing, an X-Box, a giant π poster and several hundred pounds of paper-based reading materials into the automobile that will carry me and my stuff to Nashville, Tennessee where hopefully, I shall continue to advance my career in the audiovisual arts.
It’s a bittersweet event, really. While the opportunities that await me in this new location are significant, I have over time grown emotionally attached to specific humans that populate this area, and it will be difficult to see them on a highly reduced basis. The list above is a few of humans and things that, I think, I will regret the absence of with the most intensity. I was blessed, as a child, to have only moved once in my life, and that was after I had grown out of being friends with the neighborhood children, so moving wasn’t really stressful. This move isn’t really stressful, either – it feels like it’s time to move on; to continue on with this path that I have chosen as my career, and I really think that the move to Nashville and that city’s connection with the music industry will truly help me along my way. Nevertheless, I will certainly feel the loss of many of those I have formed friendships with during my time here. Kamper, Pixel, and the Refslands, as well as Emily, come to mind especially, as well as my friends from Celebrate Recovery.
My plans are not entirely concrete as of yet – a fact no doubt bemoaned by my parents. I have rough plans to find a place to live – this will be the first priority. After that, a job. I have connections with TekSystems, a large IT recruiting company, and I am certain that I can find decent work with them in not much time. After that it’s only a small matter of getting hired by a production company, and then working my way through the ranks to become a highly-sought-after FOH engineer and LD. (Do I have to pick just one?) Should be easy.
And so I sit here in my room, filled with about twenty boxes of my junk, me, and my bed, pondering what the future holds, and knowing that no matter what happens, it will probably be exciting.
Exit, stage left.
Sparks