If you’ll indulge me, I’m going to take another look back at my project, this time through song.
Costa Mesa
The difference three months can make
Chapter III: At 24, I was single, young (not that I knew it), and living in the land of milk and silicone.
A Year to Remember
We are going to remember 2016. We are going to remember it for what we lost. We are going to remember it for all that happened, and for all that we had hoped would happen, but did not. There will be times when the memories will come back to us in waves of pain and anger and utter dismay. We will not be able to forget.
10 Years
June 1st, 2005 - June 1st 2015.
10 Years of Mild; or, Boston Is Getting F*&ked
Poor, poor Boston: buried in mounds of snow and more still on the way.
9 Years
For 9 years, I have made my way from one U.S. city to the next, making friends, finding work, getting by. Getting old. When I started this project, not a single episode of How I Met Your Mother had aired and Neil Patrick Harris had yet to ascend to the role of everyone's favorite gay man (sorry Anderson Cooper).
A Return Trip
In less than a week, I will fly out of Nashville on my way to Seattle. But before I hit the Emerald City, I'm taking a detour through the Windy City. As you know, Chicago was my previous city, a city that encompasses all that I love about urban living. Getting a chance to return … Continue reading A Return Trip
6 Years
June 1st, 2005. That was the day I moved to Charlotte, North Carolina. Two weeks prior, I had graduated college and celebrated my 22nd birthday. Counter to any impression that I may have given, I did not set out from my hometown with the intention of pursuing some ambitious decade spanning project. Charlotte was merely … Continue reading 6 Years
