The year Apple sold its first Macintosh, a Californian was living in the White House, the Raiders (then, LA) won Super Bowl XVIII, and the San Diego Padres made it to the World Series. This also happened to be the year Los Angeles hosted two major events: 1) XXIII Summer Olympics and 2) my birth. A big year for California.
If one was to watch a video (time reference) of my childhood on fast-forward it would be a montage of school uniforms, sports, instruments, summer camps and vacations…over and over and over again. All the typical stuff yuppie parents subject their kids to, and the type of predictability that might just get Elizabeth Gilbert to write a follow-up to Eat, Pray, Love. Watching the same video montage, only -this time- of my teenage years would be just as boring with minor updates in height, aesthetic (lots of Abercrombie & Fitch and tragic hairstyles) and social circle. The material (over privileged private school kids, overuse of the word “like” as a preposition, and sports like crew) from that portion of my life would undoubtedly inspire the ex-producers of MTV’s Laguna Beach series to start filming, yet again. The overarching message of their series – something about looks being more important than intellect. My college video montage would be a shame for any Catholic schoolboy and has therefore been stricken from the record and is not permissible as evidence. Case closed.
The Bay Area phase of my life started 3 yrs ago, disguised as a “mature move” to pursue b-school. Thoroughly convinced I’d hate it, I’m rather surprised at how naturally I don outdoor performance apparel, lounge in parks and support local coffee houses. I often find myself missing only the best parts of Southern California: the warm sun, Disneyland and good Mexican food. Interestingly enough, I consider the loss of the aforementioned a small price to pay for living in such an amazing city.