I’m normally reticent to talk about the future; most of my posts are in the past tense. But now the plane tickets are purchased, apartment booked, and my room is gradually emptying itself of my furniture and belongings. The point of no return is long past.
A few days after Independence Day, I’ll be flying to Mountain View for a week at the Googleplex, and from there to Seattle (or Kirkland), to start work as a software engineer on Google’s WebRTC team, within the larger Chromium development effort. The exact project I’ll be working on initially isn’t yet decided, but a few very exciting ideas have floated by since I was offered the position in March.
Last summer I told a friend that I had no idea where I would be in a year’s time, and when I listed places I might be — Boston, Madrid, San Francisco, Schenectady — Seattle wasn’t even on the list. It still wasn’t in March, when I was offered this position in the Cambridge (MA) office. It was an unfortunate coincidence that the team I’d planned to join was relocated to Seattle shortly after I’d accepted the offer.
My recruiters and managers were helpful and gracious in two key ways. First, they arranged for me to meet with ~5 different leaders in the Cambridge office whose teams I might be able to join instead of moving. Second, they flew me out to Seattle (I’d never been to the city, nor the state, nor any of the states or provinces that it borders) and arranged for meetings with various managers and developers in the Kirkland office, just so I could learn more about the office and the city. I spent the afternoon wandering the city and (with help from a friend of a friend), looking at as many districts as I could squeeze between lunch and sleep.
The visit made all the difference. It made the city real to me … and it seemed like a place that I could live. It also confirmed an impressive pattern: every single Google employee I met, at whichever office, seemed like someone I would be happy to work alongside.
When I returned there were yet more meetings scheduled, but I began to perceive that the move was essentially inevitable. The hiring committee had done their job well, and assigned me to the best fitting position. Everything else was second best at best.
It’s been an up and down experience, with the drudgery of packing and schlepping an unwelcome reminder of the feeling of loss that accompanies leaving history, family, and friends behind. I am learning in the process that, having never really moved, I have no idea how to move.
But there’s also sometimes a sense of joy in it. I am going to be an independent, free adult, in a way that cannot be achieved by even the happiest potted plant.
After signing the same lease on the same student apartment for the seventh time, I worried about getting stuck, in some metaphysical sense, about failure to launch from my too-comfortable cocoon. It was time for a grand adventure.
This is it.