Props: Trailblazin’, Relocation, Adventure & Budweiser
This blog post isn’t for the faint of heart, so if you’ve ever found yourself humming along to a John Mayer song or holding hands with your girlfriend in public – please return to Pinterest. A few days ago, my colleague and further-developed adult than myself Calvin Sullivan wrote an inspiring article about leaving your hometown with no sense of security and seeing what happens… I couldn’t agree with him more, get your lips off of mom’s titty, grab your ball sack, and, if you feel anything, get in your vehicle and GO. Personally my nomadic-self’s “spirit animal” is a Harley Davidson-riding, heavy-set-woman-toting, tattoo aficionado, but my Caucasian, Catholic, private school-self drives a 2014 Honda Accord. Girls love that it’s a five star safety pick, and the eco-boost gives me great gas mileage; it’s a no brainer. I packed a cooler with tall boy Budweiser’s and teetered above and below .08 for 538 miles all the way to my destination in Atlanta, GA.
Post Grad: After drowning out the “advice” your parents will surely give you with “Post Grad Beverages” for a few weeks, you’ll want to find yourself at least 538 miles from home like I did.
A wise man once told me, “Most people are born in one small corner of the earth and die in that same corner, never having experienced what was out there.” Being six Long Island Iced Teas deep, I threw up immediately after hearing that, but it did stick with me (true story). That crazy bastard was right. On a serious note, at the core of humanity is adventure; waking up in the same place year after year dulls the soul. I came to Atlanta, Georgia with a grossly overpaying sales job that I quit faster than a Kim K. marriage, and once again, found myself as a nomad in a city foreign to me while working odd jobs, meeting new people and doing new things, and I love it. Our generation has a knack for good times and sticking it to the man, and nothing sticks it to the man like blazing a trail to a land far, far away from home. You’ll develop and find out more about your character by spending time with yourself in new and uncomfortable situations.
Due to my dirty laundry pile and my inflatable mattress that exploded the first night I slept on it with a pen in my pocket, I don’t have a girlfriend (to grow together with) like my more mature CyberProp-traveling-blog predecessor Mr. Sullivan… but neither did Tom Brady at one point in his life, so its whatever. Now burn 9-10 raw mix tapes, light up a cig or something cool like that and put the pedal to the medal because mom’s baking a casserole tomorrow and wants to talk about to you finding a job.