One epically punny coupla days in Madison, Wisconsin. A weekend that, in many ways, decided the rest of my life. A pivotal moment.
noun piv·ot \ˈpi-vət\
a shaft or pin on which something turns
a : a person, thing, or factor having a major or central role, function, or effect b : a key player or position; specifically : an offensive position of a basketball player standing usually with back to the basket to relay passes, shoot, or provide a screen for teammates
the action of pivoting; especially : the action in basketball of stepping with one foot while keeping the other foot at its point of contact with the floor
So, for the purposes of this post: number two, but without the basketball. Also maybe one, actually.
I remember spending these days in Madison keenly aware of this pivot-y moment I was living in. I was exploring this new city as a surveyor, trying out coffee shops and wondering if I could see myself frequenting them as my local establishments, strolling streets and wondering which neighborhoods I could live in, being interviewed for a potential job and interviewing it right back — are you right for me, too?
Seeing glimpses of future romances — in the bowl of a pasta, in the halls of a quirky “campus,” in the downpour of a summer rainstorm.
Glimpses that turned into coulda-woulda moments, eventually.
But note: No “shouldas,” because I pivoted away and I pivoted right.
But it was a fun coupla days, nonetheless. I’m grateful for the glimpses I got to have, and to have made the decision I made, that much more informed.
This is the Wisconsin state capitol building! (Why do so many capitol buildings look so similar? Is there a rule or something about that?)
View from my hotel window. Fancy cause cost of living.
Rolling out to Epic, out in the relative hinterlands of Madison. It boasts a Google-esque campus. The city has an interesting relationship with corporation — jobs, yes, but filled with yuppie drifters. (The salt: This observation is from just a couple of conversations with taxi drivers during a short, short stay as a prospective employee, of course.)
I think I did a good job, cause I left thinking that it had been a fun experience. 😛
Exploring the city under the feeble protection of the hotel umbrella.
So many directions. This felt metaphorical and deep. Haha
There were literal RIVULETS of water coursing through the streets. And look at my pathetic little toe-ring sandals, so inadequate. I decided to take refuge in a bar/restaurant with big windows through which to observe the rainstorm.
All the Wisconsin suppliers!
!! especially memorable because it was a solo meal — I think that beer was on recommendation by another solo straggler, also in rain-drenched business casual. He said he was waiting for the rest of this party; we made small talk at the bar while I ate. He gave me his email address because I don’t have fb (“Let me know if it goes well with the job and you’re back in Madison”), and then we ran into each other again the next morning — him on his way to work in a new suit, me on my way to find breakfast in the same toe-ring sandals. We gawked at each other, at the odds, and laughed as we waved goodbye. And then I threw away his email address after turning down the job offer.