Half a year

This weekend was tax weekend for me. (Perhaps, more accurately, it is tax weekend for me -- I still need to dig out a couple lingering receipts and forms.)

There are lots of surprises and little pockets of self-reflection in this mostly miserable process:

• Whoa, I really spent a thousand bucks on Heroku?
• I spent that much time consulting?
• I really justified spending $3500 on a MacBook with a touch screen?

And, the most surprising (to me):

• I've been working at TenantBase for six months?

I don't write a lot about my day job -- it feels weird, a little more private than my side projects and consulting and everything else. It also feels a little less interesting: which is not to say that my job is uninteresting, but that the ability to write about it comes less naturally.

I will say this: a little more than half a year ago, I spent a week wracking my brains about whether or not to accept a job offer received out of nowhere. The prospect was terrifying: leave Amazon for a startup, leaving behind infrastructure and institutions and friends and everything. Go from working with thousands in a massive downtown complex to working with two other engineers in my living room. Go from the familiar to the new, the charted to the uncharted.

I will say this, too: I am very, very happy I trusted a voice in the back of my head that instantly told me that -- despite all of my misgivings, despite my love of routine and fear of the unknown, despite the risk -- I should try something new, and I should try this.

It has been, and is, the best role of my short career.

And I've been in that role for half a year. At first I thought it went by quickly: now, as I struggle to remember what life was like six months ago, it feels like the best kind of eternity.