snapshot421.png

“New Job, Who This?” - Leaving Home for a New One

A life post, tagged under clef, work, life.

Man, oh man, do I have some news for you! I wasn’t ready for this announcement myself to be honest, but once I dropped it, woooooo.

§

I have two announcements that I’m more than honored to share with y’all. The first one is that I’m moving to California! I’m leaving my ever-loved home of Brooklyn, New York :statue_of_liberty: to land in the East Bay :house:. I’m feeling a mixture of excitement, fear and joy all at the same time. The move is one I’ve wanted to make for a long time but didn’t have the momentary availability or requirement to do so. That leads me to my second announcement! I’m the newest human over at Clef! If somehow you don’t know what they1 do, start here :grinning: but come back here!

If you feel like you know me, you’d know that this is one hell of a change for me. I’m a Brooklyn guy through and through; being one of the many reasons that led to my choice to move out to California. I’ve been asked so many questions about the process:

Each of these have been resolved and figured out for the most part. I’ve even decided to work on a photo blog kind of thing using Flickr as the repository and perhaps this blog to expand on each photo and my experience there. We’ll see how things play out.

FOME (Fear of Missing Everyone)

A play on FOMO, I’ve been thinking about how much I’m going to miss Brooklyn and the people in it in this new chapter of life. Sure, I could visit but I’d be coming back to the city as a visitor, not a resident anymore. The people who built the person who’s bringing this message to you are still going to be there. Initially when I took this offer, high levels of guilt became to swell in me. It was like a sense of incompleteness and confusion. It took a while to reason out the emotions here but it was just me being afraid of being away from a place I knew for sure to be safe. I spoke to my parents about this and there’s one thing that they wanted me to be over anything (outside of remaining in constant contact):

Be happy

They wanted me to be happy. My dad wanted me to be a doctor :needle:, my mom to stop being smart :stuck_out_tongue_winking_eye:3. Neither got what they wanted. The happiness they wanted me to have, I did get, though. Shoot, I wanted to be an astronaut when I was younger but I got into computers that stayed on the ground instead. Now, I’m doing something I really didn’t think I was ready to until I just hit “okay”. I’m leaving the nest. I’ll be in the company of really, really, really great people. I’m more than confident I’ll run into even more as I grow. It’s just a little scary building up on my own.

But I won’t be alone.

Shifting Gears on Visibility

If you follow me on Twitter, you know that I tweet a lot :mega:. I tweet so much that instead of me using the phrase “I use Twitter a lot”, I say “I tweet a lot”. If that doesn’t mean much, I’m always insisting that my siblings say that they’re “searching the Web” instead of using Google as a verb. I need to listen to my own advice :laughing:. What I’ll plan on doing on the few months of my journey is documenting it more. So listen; I’ll be chatting.


Goodbye for now, New York!

An amazing night with more than amazing people. I'll miss you all, especially you, Nia.

A photo posted by Jacky (@jackyalcine) on

And hello Oakland. Hope you have room for one more :grin:.


This entry’s available on Medium as well. Thank you Nia for proofreading this. I love you.

  1. Well, now we! :grin:

  2. The number of times I’ve been asked this (and how it’s almost always the second question)…

  3. The bad kind of smart. Like someone always with a retort. Runs in the family, come to think of :laughing: