I slept on the other side of the bed last night and had some bizarre dreams. In the first one, Justin Timberlake tried greeting me with “Shimmy Hands” but I didn’t know what he was doing. He tried showing me, but I couldn’t quite figure out the hand gesture/greeting until Taylor Swift grabbed my hands and demonstrated. I was about to tweet what had just happened, but then I woke up…
In another dream, I was rock-climbing up the Grand Canyon (yeah, don’t ask) with friends, when my former roommate, Jesus (of all names), slipped and fell. After violently side-swiping into a lower rock wall, he spun out, almost landed in the Colorado River, but then a giant gust of wind formed within the canyon and spun him in circles and back up (like a plastic bag in the wind) to where we were. Then I woke up…
Back in the day, Allen Iverson used to be a household name. Apparently those days have come and gone. Iverson, aka The Answer, aka one of the best guards in NBA history, was out at a nightclub this weekend and encountered a young woman named Bella Serrano, who decided to snap an Instagram photo with the former Philadelphia 76ers star. Unfortunately, her caption got her in a bit of hot water.
the DISRESPECT pic.twitter.com/X01ixwhT2v— Jahan (@H00PINATI) August 9, 2014
Iverson hasn’t played in the NBA since 2010, and who knows if Serrano is even a casual basketball fan, so we should probably cut her some slack. That said, A.I. supporters will likely be incredulous that she had no idea who the cornrow-rocking 11-time NBA All-Star is. For those of you who may have forgotten, here’s a refresher.
This has been over 2 years in the making, and took 4 months of debating, but I’m making another move. A BIG MOVE. My lease in Buffalo, New York expires at the end of October and I will be tentatively moving to Portland, Oregon by November 1st.
I’ve had a very busy Summer filming weddings, but wedding season is ending shortly, and I think it’s time to shit or get off the pot, so to speak. This has been an incredibly difficult decision because it’ll be the second time I’m essentially ‘abandoning’ my family for a leap of faith, and anybody who knows me knows how family-oriented I am.
Here’s a little backstory…
After my father unexpectedly passed away when I was a freshman in college, and after losing a grandmother and grandfather, as well as my childhood best friend my sophomore year, I made a difficult decision to leave behind a full ride at Canisius College to move with my (ex) girlfriend to Florida and transfer universities our junior year.
During and after my 7-year relationship didn’t work out, I found myself managing pet stores for years before landing a dream video producer job for a startup online variety entertainment network in Orlando. I poured my blood, sweat, and tears into writing, shooting, editing and producing 125 episodes for 12 different shows over a 2-year span.
After the most recent economy crash caused financial tension and heightened the conflicts of interest between myself and the executive producer, I walked away from the network, which ultimately failed shortly after I left. I still don’t think I’ve fully recovered from that. We both had plans of it sending us to early retirements and enjoyed almost every minute of creating something unique and ahead of its time.
Fast forward to August 2012 when I decided to move back to my hometown of Buffalo and into a house on the same street as my grandmother in the suburbs, just up the road from numerous aunts, uncles, and cousins. This became my opportunity to catch up with friends and family after 9 years of seldom visits. The city of ‘Buffalove’ just has a way of drawing people back. But…
Other than my time with extended family, not much changed because I can’t stay still and am constantly on the move. I get cabin fever very easily. I don’t think I’ve seen my nephews, mother or brothers anymore since moving back than I did when I lived in Orlando and came back to visit. My lifestyle is so much different than the rest of my family’s, and I don’t see that ever changing.
Then The Fiesta Movement happened and I found myself traveling 30,000 miles all across the country to 41 states, completing various missions, and spending more time last year on the road than at home. That’s a great ‘problem’ to have when you’re a bachelor with a flexible work schedule, but something’s always been missing. That ‘something’ is a legitimate/stable career and someone to share my bucket list experiences with.
So here I am, a 32 year old single guy, having lived with roommates my entire life, and yearning to find my partner in crime, and eventually start my own family. I told myself that I’d give Buffalo 1-3 years before I moved out west. Now that it’s been over 2 years, I’m getting that itch to do something BIG. Something bigger than the Queen City. Something that I’ve been afraid to do for far too long. Accepting a lucrative job offer and essentially starting over in a new city.
I’ll get into more details later, but this offer is for a video producer job with a long-time friend of mine whom I trust immensely. I understand his workflow and already have built a solid rapport with him. Believe it or not, he first presented this offer when I contemplated my last move, which Buffalo trumped, but mainly because the opportunity at the time was a bit premature. But now, 2 years later, everything is lined up and ready to go.
I’ve already visited Portland for a week on two different occasions to get a feel for the city…and I absolutely LOVE IT (here’s my writeup on Portland and how I fell in love at first sight). The art and music scenes are eclectic, the people are eccentric, the geography is breathtaking, the microbreweries are among the best in the world, and the culture is diverse, green, and non-conforming. It’s a perfect fit. It’s the perfect time. I’m scared, but I believe I’m ready.