why so serious

Seeing a friend's blog inspired me to scribble some thoughts.

Summer job in Connecticut was pretty great. The work itself wasn't bad, but the actual move was exciting. Most of my friends are the children of immigrants, but many themselves aren't immigrants like me. I don't know their exact situation growing up but I still remember going through the times when my family's total income was $1000/month. Granted there's been plenty of inflation since, but times were still tough. Enough rambling about that (I know plenty who had it worse than me) - my point is, even though my financial situation is/will be better than it was for my parents, the feeling of moving somewhere far from home can be scary, but in a certain way it put me at ease. Feels like this is something I need to go through as a rite of passage, like adolescent village hunters needing to pass a test before they become an adult.

Moving off to college, I was only a couple hours away from home. Never really felt like I grew up, as I pondered about life, love and what not. Graduated school and ended up moving home for work. Still didn't feel like I grew up. After going to business school though, I feel like I have finally "zhang da"... and moving far away from home is like completing the final hurdle in the journey.

Speaking of moving away, will be flying to NJ on 11/13. Farewell Texas - it's been a fun 24 years. Who knows where I'll be in the next 24...