So last week I bought a one-way ticket to Miami.
Doesn’t that sentence sound so dramatic? Like, imagine if a fifteen year old girl from Escondido wrote that - you could just imagine the girl sobbing over the fight she had with her mom’s boyfriend as she packs all of her clothes in a little pink suitcase, her Greyhound bus ticket clutched tightly in her hand. While she could only see a future of a life of bikinis and part-time modeling jobs and a boyfriend named Mauricio, you know disaster would strike, most likely in a rest stop somewhere in Louisiana. The whole whole thing would go end badly, just like how it ends in that Soul Asylum music video from the 90s where they intersperse teenage actors becoming prostitutes and junkies with actual kids from milk cartons.
On an unrelated note: I just watched this video and it really makes me miss Tower Records. Anyway.
Technically, everything about that first paragraph is accurate: I’m moving in with my boyfriend. People move in together for relationships with all of the time, of course, but he’s in South Florida while I’m in California, so there’s a flight involved, hence the ticket. And I haven’t booked the inevitable trip back to San Francisco after my mother calls me, most likely accusing me of abandoning her. So yeah, I guess I did technically buy a one-way ticket to Miami.
I even used BaseCamp to organize everything. Fucking Web 2.0 project management software! Web applications that are usually utilized to track product specification lists for mobile applications and manage client expectation levels for software development are now being used to upload photos of the art in our respective places, “just to see if it will clash or not.” There are other relatively monumental things on there, listed inconspicuously as checkboxes needed to be clicked on: ”Look into Florida auto insurance and health insurance.” “Cancel co-working space membership.” “Sell car.” They all have the due date of January 31st, the day my flight heads out. That’s — checking my watch — a month from now, as of two hours ago.
“So last week I bought a one-way ticket to Miami.”
Don’t mind me. I’m just going to stay up for a while and let that sentence swim in my head for a little bit.
