(Note: I had hoped to keep my backlog of posts from the summer in some kind of chronological order, but my last-minute jaunt to Paris kind of jammed up the works. So you’re going to get California posts all mixed in with Paris posts, which actually feels more true to my life nowadays. You can find all of the post from this summer’s road trip here!)
So I have this roommate, J. He’s not my roommate now, but we lived together in Santa Monica during my last year of college and a couple years after that. I’m sure that, one of these days, years in the future, we’ll find ourselves living in the same house again. I call him my eternal roommate.
So when I first met J, he was a scrawny, geeky Ph.D. candidate in the electrical engineering department at UCLA, constantly pale from hours of laboring under the florescent lights of a basement lab. Now he’s the CEO of a tech startup funded by some of the biggest names in the game, with a house set into the hills of San Jose, out of which he runs said startup.
J offered to let us crash at his place when O and I took our road trip into NorCal, and of course I was curious as to his new digs — but I couldn’t have been more surprised to find that he and his compatriots live in such comparative luxury. I mean, just look at that “office”!
Proud doesn’t even begin to describe it.
Music to travel by: Little Talks [Of Monsters and Men / Into the Woods]