When I was very young, I was really into this show called Eureeka’s Castle. It’s somewhat similar to what I imagine Sesame Street to be like, but I’ve never seen that show, so I can’t compare. All of my friends were into Barney or some knock off, but I wasn’t. It was all about Eureeka to me. I was the only one I knew who knew what it was. It was exclusive to me, and it was mine.
I eventually came to understand that I wasn’t the only person in the world who was lucky enough to have a television; I wasn’t the only one who saw that show. But I realized the exclusivity I was once in love with came from the way I saw that show, and not from the show itself. No one who saw it liked it in the way I did. No one appreciated some of the jokes the way I did. This is how I feel about Miami.
I’ve lived almost all of my life in Miami. I was born and raised here. I fell in love here. I’ve been hurt here. I’ve made my best friends here. For (quite literally) as long as I can remember, I’ve lived and breathed Miami. That said, I don’t go clubbing, I rarely go to the beach, and I don’t revel in the latest Pitbull song. I share Miami with over five million other people, but I’d be hard pressed to find someone who likes its quirks the way I do.
In a few days, I’m moving to California. Not just for the summer, but for good. Or maybe I’m already there, depending on when you read this. I’m starting a whole new phase of my life (hence the title). As much as I love Miami, the decision to move to San Francisco was a no-brainer. But this post isn’t about that; it’s about the people I’m leaving behind. And it’s about you.
I’m really stoked about getting to work at a cool company and seeing some awesome people again, but I’ll miss a lot of you here. These past weeks have been really interesting to me; saying goodbye to certain people and whatnot. It’s very bittersweet. I’d like to share some things with some people now.
To my friends still in school: Good luck. A few years ago I realized I was “over” school. I began to hate a lot of things about it. Ultimately, I don’t really think it is for me. At least not yet. This is a weird thing to say considering I’m graduating in a few days, but it’s true. I would like to add that I love college. It’s really just the school aspects of it that annoy and frustrate me. It’s not the learning - I love that. It’s the tests. I’m not even a bad test taker. In fact, I’m pretty good at them. It has a lot to do with the way we constantly compete with each other. One of the things I love most about programming is the amount of peer resources there are out there. Anyway, I digress. You should be proud of everything you’re doing, and you probably don’t hear how great you are as much as you should. I’m proud of you all, and I hope everything works out for you.
To my friends I don’t talk to anymore: There’s probably a reason I don’t. Haha, in all seriousness, I probably don’t have anything against you, and I’ve just been very busy being boring. If you think we should catch up, this is as good a time as any to do so. In which case:
To Frank/Juan/Andy/Lugo/Tyler/MAΘ peeps: Thanks for helping me like math. I mean, really like it. Love it. Be passionate about it. And thanks for putting up with me enough to be kinda decent at it. The trophies were nice and all, but the trips with all of you were what was really fun. I don’t think I’ve ever tried so hard at something before I joined MAΘ. Never looked back.
To Armando: Remember when we thought this was the greatest thing ever? (fun fact: This is the first video I ever downloaded willingly waaaaay back when I was an internet noob). We’ve definitely come a long way since then. It’s pretty exciting that we’re still friends. I mean, the constant years of proximity to each other helped, but if it was just that then we probably would have lost contact during college. So I guess that means we genuinely enjoy each other’s company. Glad to say we’re stuck with each other, dude. Here’s to another 15 years of knowing you.
To Fiorella: At this point in your life, you should start slooowwwiiinnggg down. Just relax. Why not learn how to whistle? Watch better movies - maybe one that doesn’t involve Nicholas Sparks. No matter what you choose to do, I hope you feel better afterwards. Thanks for being my friend; you rock. Take care of yourself, buddy. (Oh, and I really hope we find out who the mother is soon).
To friends I’ve made while in college: Thanks for making my college experience great. I’ve never regretted coming to UM, and I’m lucky I’ve met you guys to make my decision all the sweeter. Danny and Steph I’m looking at you. Steph was the first friend I made in college :], Danny’s the first person I met who I instantly hated. I kid. You two are awesome. TO the rest of you, I’m sorry for skipping class so often. Which reminds me…
To my professors: I apologize for not going to class more often (and in a couple of cases, ever). It’s not you, it’s me. Really. Read above for why. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t learn from you. Well, some of you anyway. Sorry for being such a bad student, but thanks for always giving me the benefit of a doubt, and I hope I live up to the whole ‘graduate’ status.
To all my other friends who didn’t fit in another box: I hope this doesn’t seem like I don’t care about you enough to give you your own section. It’s just that I’m already running this longer than it should be. In short, I will miss you. Thank you for being my friends. I only hope I have been able to give you something in return in terms of our friendship. I probably still talk to you. And I probably still want to see you, so if you’re ever in the bay area, let me know so we can catch up.
To my past girlfriends: Thank you for helping me fine tune this what-kind-of-girl-is-right-for-me process. At some point, we may have taken turns being jerks to each other. Or maybe we were too busy for each other. Or maybe we didn’t think we were going in the right direction. Maybe I was more into the idea of going out than actually noticing you weren’t. Or maybe I was too indifferent to notice yours. Regardless what it may have been to break us, I appreciate every second spent with you. I can honestly say I learned a lot.
To any future girlfriend(s):
To my mom and dad: I love you guys. I don’t think you’ll ever read this, but I guess that doesn’t matter so much. This past week has been very difficult in the sense that I am finally understanding the fact I won’t see you as much anymore. I’ll miss you guys dearly, and I appreciate everything you’ve done so far. Anyway, after 22 years of being spoiled when it comes to doing my laundry or not having to cook, let’s see how the next year works out for me.
Finally, I’d like to say thank you for reading this. It’s not necessarily for anyone, nor is it for naught. This just sort of… is. It’s a bunch of things I wanted to say. And there are even more I didn’t get a chance to put in here. I’ll miss Miami a lot, but I’m extremely excited to be moving away and starting level 2 of my life. To my SF friends, see you all soon!