After landing the job in Chicago, I had only three weeks to plant myself over there. I hadn’t really yet taken root in West Michigan following Japan, but time was stretched thin by training before the departure date, and also the burden of getting all my ducks in a row. I had to find my own set of wheels, buy some big boy clothes, and of course locate some place to live. Once all those things were sorted, I had to get it over there.
The car was the first step towards completing my transition into adulthood. With my limited amount of time, and honestly, a lack of interest in doing any in-depth research, I assigned the grunt work to my cousin. He works at a dealership and came across something reliable within my price range, a Camry Hybrid. The fuel economy, sterling maintenance record, and high end speaker system were all icing on the cake. I was pleased indeed.
Prior to packing my room into boxes and loading them into the U Haul, I wanted to enjoy it looking spotless one last time. Now, I realize that I’m a grown, 26 year old man and that the idea of moving out should illicit nothing but raucous celebration. And of course I was excited about my new life in the big city, but this really felt like the end of an era. I always took pride in my little chunk of basement real estate and the idea of boxing it up, knowing it would never again be quite the same when I returned home next was confirmed that realization. There was never a sense of permanence when I went to Japan, and it sat awaiting my return (albeit as a time capsule of sorts, as pictures of girlfriends two or three back still adorned the walls).
I made sure to capture the memory. This was my bed/futon combo. I was always unwilling to climb up on top of that thing, so I sacrificed comfort for convenience and slept below.
This was the other side and shows my prized Steelcase desk and Pioneer speakers – both from grandpas – and some of my music collection. I do still buy my CDs, but I may never again have such an ideal place to display them. One can likely surmise the almost inexplicable passion I once possessed for the Red Hot Chili Peppers, based on my decor.
When the offspring finally leave the burrow, I think its fair to consider it a big deal. I’m surprised that Facebook doesn’t consider it a ‘life event’.