“Leaving Cupertino feels like leaving a dream that got too clean. San Jose’s messier—but it’s mine again.”
— Wing

🚚 Goodbye, Cupertino

I’ve packed the last box.
Unplugged the desktop.
Took one last late-night walk past identical tech offices and empty sidewalks.

Cupertino served its purpose:

  • Fast internet
  • Quiet neighbors
  • Ubiquitous boba

But by the end of 2024, I realized… I was orbiting the center, not living in it.

💼 The New Job

New work. New role. New rhythm.

It’s not glamorous. It’s not posted on LinkedIn with humblebrags and emoji.
But it’s real work—technical, creative, mine to shape.

It’s the kind of job where:

  • The meetings are shorter.
  • The builds are longer.
  • And nobody uses the word “journey” unironically.

I didn’t switch careers to climb.
I switched to get dirty again. To make things.

🌁 Hello, San Jose

San Jose isn’t flashy. But it breathes.

  • It’s where backyards still matter.
  • Where the sidewalks crack a little more honestly.
  • Where you can find a junk shop with real capacitors in bins, next to someone selling pirated anime from 2007.

I needed out of the Cupertino bubble.
The perfect lawns. The quiet pressure. The simulation of simplicity.

San Jose? It feels more like real life. More like me. A little scattered. A little patched-together. Still running.

🧓 Wing’s Year-End Note

2024 moved fast. AI exploded. Cities shifted. Routines collapsed and reassembled.

And in the middle of it, I made two simple choices:

  • Get a new job that didn’t drain me.
  • Move to a city that didn’t pretend to be perfect.

Neither one made me rich.
Both made me feel alive again.

🗓️ 2025 Goals? Not Really.

I don’t have a list.
I have a place.
I have work I care about.
I have boxes to unpack, coffee to find, and a small, hopeful sense that maybe the next version of me is just waiting in the garage somewhere—half-assembled.

💬 Making changes this year? Left your bubble? Got your hands dirty again? Tell me.
New year, same mission: build something that matters.