Well, this is it Hermosa. Escrow closes tomorrow, so that will be the end.
Just like Cinderella, all the staged furniture is gone and the home is empty again; just as it was when we moved in a week before 9/11.
We were such optimists. The adrenaline of the Internet still rushing through our veins; imagining the possibilities that lay ahead, if only we could get a faster connection. It was the age of RealAudio and Napster, downloading as fast as our DSL could give it to us.
Before iPhones and constant connectivity. Before the iPod even. Before Facebook, Dropbox, YouTube and Two-Factor Authentication.
Before “Islamic Terrorism” was seared into our brains, and the endless war with it. When you didn’t need to take off your shoes to get on an airplane. When you just assumed your data was private; not being parsed, packet by packet, for clues that would label you a threat.
Just sixteen years, almost to the day; but a different world. It’s funny how fast things change.
Those who know me, know I always embrace the latest advances in technology; but sometimes it’s worth taking a moment to consider what we’ve given up to get here.
Anyway, we’re moving on. Now those beautiful sunsets at the beach will require driving. I’ll be just another one of those tourists that descend on the beach instead of the local that tolerates them. I tell myself I’m not really leaving, just moving further away. But it’s not the same.
It’s a special place, Hermosa. The funky, foggy beach town. Everything else is just suburbia.
Let’s have one last sunset to remember.