Today is my last day at The L Magazine, which is, of course, bittersweet. I remember one evening when I was going home, leaving the office and turning a corner in the hallway–I remember the specific corner–when I was struck with a fluttery sense of excitement that I had somehow found a job–a job–that I was happy doing. Genuinely happy. It was like cracking some life code, or pressing a fingertip to the sublime. In some little way, at least. Sublime.net.
If you want to keep track of me, I’ll be the Bars Editor at Metromix, where my interest in weird animals and top ten lists will have to find a new way to survive.
Thank you all for reading.