So I have a Master’s degree in elementary education. I’ve been a youth sports coach for four years. I switched careers with the desire to work with children and help them reach their potential. So far, I haven’t regretted that decision for a second.
I drove to Nashville with Laura and Sarah to see Kevin Devine. I had just graduated college, had no job on the horizon and no real plan of where or how to be. I had panic attacks daily and was genuinely not sure how I was going to pay September’s rent. But somewhere between graduation and that Friday in August I decided I wasn’t going home. I was going to stay in Rochester and make that home. The tattoo I got on my wrist that day was me committing to that decision - even if I was terrified.
And I did it - I made Rochester home and I completely fell in love with it. Eventually I outgrew it and then I spent the next year falling in love with the entire country.
Three years ago I would have never believed I’d be sitting here with all these things I’ve done behind me. Tonight I’m going to see Kevin Devine in Brooklyn. I’ve been here 3 weeks - this seems like a fitting start to me falling in love with it here.
“But whenever I meet dynamic, nonretarded Americans, I notice that they all seem to share a single unifying characteristic: the inability to experience the kind of mind-blowing, transcendent romantic relationship they perceive to be a normal part of living. And someone needs to take the fall for this. So instead of blaming no one for this (which is kind of cowardly) or blaming everyone (which is kind of meaningless), I’m going to blame John Cusack.”—Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs: A Low Culture Manifesto by Chuck Klosterman (via thechocolatebrigade)