A year ago, I was sorting out my last-minute preparations before making a one-way trip to Houston, TX. It was going to be my last day of living alone, having the bachelor pad to myself. I remember feeling like I should be going out and painting the town red, getting shit-faced drunk with the boys, all sorts of shenanigans.
Instead, I did laundry, tidied up the house to the best of my meager abilities, and tried to look at things through the eyes of my girlfriends’ parents — this was my last chance to get things ready before they dropped their baby girl off in California to live with me.
That last spit and polish paid off more than drunken shenanigans would have, I’m sure.
A Year Ago
A year ago, if you had told me I’d soon be bopping up and down the streets of San Francisco, going to and from work, dressed in a bright red track jacket, I would’ve told you that you were nuts.
Back then, I didn’t know what Twilio was, much less have any desire to work there. And I definitely would’ve scoffed at the notion of me working in San Francisco. I live about 60 miles from San Francisco, and I don’t like commuting. I didn’t like driving the 7 miles of side streets that I was doing to travel to my last job. And bright red track jackets were not my usual fashion fare.
But here I am, sitting on Caltrain to commute home, with Twilio on my brain and on my wardrobe.
Seeing my reflection in a window this morning gave me the idea for this new series, titled “A Year Ago”. I’ll look at the world of today through the lens of my perspective from 365 days in the past. I hope you enjoy going back to the future with me.