Today is my last day at the Huffington Post, and this is the last selfie that I take from the newsroom while a lot of people watch and lean out of the frame without ever verbally acknowledging a photo’s being taken.
Monday I start working over at Late Night with Jimmy Fallon with my bud Marina and I’m very, very excited. I’ll be blogging for them. And socialing. And making web content.
The second interview for the job was with Jimmy himself, and while we talked about lobsters and lentils and Shania Twain and I got the feeling that, “I think they’re going to pick me,” I was surprised by how calm I was. Yes, this is a thing. Yes, I can do it.
The past year and a half has been dope — I’ve gotten to move to a city I love and pay my bills and write about comedy on the internet every day for a living — and today feels a lot like graduation. I had a first job and now I will have a second job and I guess I’ll just continue having jobs until I retire or die. I’ve officially set both feet firmly into this era of my life.
I listened to a Third Eye Blind album with the windows down in my ‘93 Camry on the way to my high school graduation while I screamed the lyrics and caught my own eye in the rearview at red lights with my stupid cap and gown. Here was a graduate. Here was a woman and not a child. I still can’t hear any of those songs without becoming 18 again a little bit. Without getting a quick heart and some fluttery lungs and having the muscle memory chemical recreation of what it was to be untested and unknowing but so, so ready to do something bigger.
A similar thing happened at my college graduation when B.o.B’s “Airplanes” (feat. Hayley Williams) inexplicably leapt into my brain as I was crossing the stage, and in the two or three times I’ve heard it playing in a Duane Reade since 2010, I’ve felt sentimental (gut me).
Today has a little bit of that for me. Not just in a “be careful what you listen to” way, but in the sense that I have an empty backpack that I get to fill with the contents of my desk and I have my last coffee from the coffee machine and I have my last emails to reply to and then it’s on to the next. And the next and the next and the next. It’s a first in a time in my life where it feels like there aren’t a ton of firsts left to conquer. First exit interview. First goodbye drinks.
Anyway, today I’m doing something I’ve never done before, and then Monday I’m going to do something I’ve never done before again, and the momentum is beautiful.