Don’t Look Back on Life with Regrets
It is 16 years this fall that I packed the car and headed west from a town on the Pennsylvania-New Jersey border.
Not sure if it was watching too many Brady Bunch episodes as a kid and always dreaming of living in that cool house they had, watching the movie Fast Times at Ridgemont High one too many times, or my disdain for winter weather. Heck, it may have been all three.
Whatever it was, I had this fascination with moving to Southern California one day as a kid. That dream carried through into my high school and college years, then when I began life in the workplace back east.
Finally after tossing and turning on the decision, I pulled the trigger on the move at age 30 and away I went.