Diary of a Wimpy Adult, Jan. 12th, 2017


So there…

Long day in the office with me switching gears, to help out the International Team– change of pace, and yes,  I will miss my extended family at Neighborhood Operations but being serenaded today in the office with “Reunited…” because I was back in the international corner (I looked over my shoulder, because I didn’t think it was for me) was awfully sweet. This company lives its values in the way people interact with each other on the office floor, and I will always consider Nextdoor one of the best tech companies I’ve ever worked for.

I’m home now, and tired, and still recovering from that salacious Buzzfeed read. But I don’t want to go there. Please watch Michelle Obama on Jimmy Fallon instead. Or Full Frontal with Samantha Bee. Some of the best television this week.

Tomorrow I’m taking the day off for a little road trip with Caroline. Going where the wind will take us, in search of warmer, dryer weather. Or in Jack Kerouac’s words:

“There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.”

Road trips in this country are so very different from road trips in Europe. Because of the vastness of this land, you are more alone, thrown back onto yourself and alone with your thoughts. This is why road trips are such a recurring motif in Hollywood movies: they are the gateway to connection with those who are with you in the car, and ultimate revelation, while aiming for the horizon and, at the same time, being rebuffed by the great beyond. “My witness is the empty sky,” Jack Kerouac said, and I can’t say it any better than that.

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