This is my first blog post composed as a citizen of Columbus, Ohio. I’m currently writing this in a small café about three blocks away from my new place, at an intellectual crossroad, excited and eager to start my new program, while slightly lachrymose, thinking about all of the things I will miss due to this change. It’s a difficult transition, specifically due to the small differences people take for granted when moving to a new city. A few hours ago, I jay-walked across High Street, a street with fairly heavy traffic, and cars stopped, as well as everyone walking by who saw me; they all stopped to see what I did, as if I committed an egregious crime. Technically, I did, but in LA, no one treats this as a problem. These little intricacies aren’t serious offenses, but when they add up, you feel like you don’t belong.
Month: August 2018
Concrete on Leather
Today was my last day of working with my dad as a laborer in his construction company. Possibly, forever.
No more exposure to toxic chemicals,
no more going home feeling like a burnt pop-tart,
no more feeling like a six-year old when I get yelled at for not knowing the right concrete/water solution ratio,
no more prosciutto, mozzarella, and olive spread sandwiches,
no more looking at a completed project, saying, “I did that”,
no more awful dad jokes, which made them glorious,
no more stories on the commute that have been trapped inside for years, letting out a little light I never knew about.
I hope to anthologize all of these stories some day. Just give me a minute……I’m a little beat.