Well, folks, it's time. Life begins at 25.

Today I take the big plunge, pack up my life and head out to the West Coast to start over. A new job, a new city, a new ocean. And I feel better about doing this, because as I just wrote in a friend's comment section, "life is too short for compromises." If I weren't doing this, I'd feel like a hypocrite for saying it.

By the way, there seems to be some confusion as to how I'm getting out there. Ladies and gentlemen, I'm not flying -- I am driving. Yes, the road warrior hits the great highways and byways of America to travel 3000+ miles by himself. As such, I expect that I probably will not get Internet access for the next week while I'm on the road, but you never know where I might find a small cybercafe and need a break from all that driving.

There really are so many things that I want to say right now, but it's all emotions and I'm having a hard time putting them into words. So I'll simply say this: catch you on the flipside.