I’m moving back to Oregon for the fall season.
Moving to Austin—and now moving out of Austin—has felt strangely heavy, like this series of decisions I’m making is ultra-pivotal. But right now, moving back is the right decision for me.
I came here with the vision of working minimally and maximizing the time I could spend on business ideas. Keep the pistol loaded to fire on everything and anything.
And for the most part, I have done this, tbh, but it hasn’t felt as clean and crisp as I would’ve envisioned. I have no real emotional network, I’m working a regular job to barely stay afloat, and I dearly miss my family.
I came to this new city knowing nobody, having just enough funds for a month, and carrying the optimism to make something of myself—to do something great. Idgaf, I have some sheer balls and will, because I still feel this way.
I struggled hard. The deep loneliness stings: the constant sensation of being in the middle of the ocean and nobody is with you. But it is all voluntary, and the alternative of being comfortable is worse.
The stretch from when I got here until Christmas was arguably the roughest period of my life. But, like everything, it passes, and things always get better.
When I got back after the New Year, things changed. I found Lift, and I found friends, slowly but surely. I worked like a relentless dog trying to build Rankett, but eventually fizzled out and just didn’t have enough firepower.
Now, the two things that have been brought to the forefront of my mind are the words clarity and courage.
Do you see the target, and are you dialed enough to strike? Can you reject the noise and have the will to look God in the eyes and do the thing?
Now it’s time to go home. The only end is death; even that, we don’t know.
My current plan is to go home, spend time with fam through the fall season, and not bleed money. I want to take a real swing with the next stretch of things that I am making and risk it all.
Come post-Christmas, I’ll have my next plan lined up—but this time with my fellas:
- Live wherever Emilio ends up after undergrad.
- Pair up with Andrew or Owen, maybe.
- Move to SF.
- Go abroad?
I don’t know yet, but I’ll figure it out, and we won’t stop. Ever.
The thing is that while I’m home, I’ll have the stability to truly continue striking and risking it for the biscuit.
Godspeed, brothers.