I took my car in for service today and had to recheck my records as far as what stuff had already been repaired on the car, so I went through all my papers detailing all the times my car's been taken in for work. I found the repair sheet that was generated when the car went in to the dealership in Connecticut to prep it for the cross-country trip and my move to Los Angeles. In some ways, it feels like it was yesterday, and in other ways, it seems like that day was a lifetime ago. And, in some ways, that day was a lifetime ago. I gave up everything... left it all behind to come here. It's another part of my life that is forever over. I found out later through close friends and relatives that when I had initially made noises about being annoyed with Boston and wanting to leave the city, no one took me seriously. Apparently, just about everyone thought that I was set in my ways and wouldn't ever take the leap of actually leaving the Northeast. No one had any faith in me to take command and move out, because they all thought I was all talk and no action. Well, fuck you all. Here I am. I not only left the Northeast, where I'd lived my entire life, but I went after a job I wanted and got back into the field where I wanted to be. It's got to be really easy for all of them to say that they didn't think I would ever leave when half of my high school classmates are still back in southeastern Connecticut and most of my college classmates stayed in Boston or only went to New York.