It seems I’ve recently come to a fork in the road. Using past experience this should come as no surprise. Let’s go back about 18 years to take a look at said history. In late 1994, at the ripe old age of 18, I left the comfy confines of Long Island to go to college in Pennsylvania. Four years later, after finishing college, I promptly moved to Washington, DC. I ended up moving back to Long Island just two and a half years later. I only spent a year and a half back home before leaving for mile high country, Denver, CO. In what might go down as a personal record, it took six years to leave Denver for sunny Southern California. And here I am today, almost 4 years later, living in the Marina del Rey / Venice Beach area. For how long is the big question as I’m having thoughts of making a change (again).
The fork that I’ve come to seams to split in three prominent directions. The first road goes straight, leaving me in Southern California. This may involve moving to a different location. That location may be with a different employer or it may be closer to my current employer.
The second fork takes me slightly north and to a much higher altitude… Denver, CO. I haven’t forgotten what a great place Denver is to live. Add the fact that I already own a home there, so the transition would be quite smooth. There’s something to be said about being able to walk out of the front door, hop on the bicycle, and go for a long ride without having to worry about getting hit by a car… all with beautiful scenery.
The last fork would take me close to where this all got started… New York. It occurred to me recently that, although I’m from New York, I didn’t really get to experience it as an adult. I’ve seen the Knicks play in Washington (DC), Denver, and Minneapolis since leaving NY, but have never seen them play in Madison Square Garden. I’ve seen the Mets play in Denver, Los Angeles, and San Diego, but not in their new confines at Citi Field. I’ve never seen the Jets play in person… at any stadium. Beyond sports, it would be nice to be able to walk around Central Park and be closer to family and friends from my younger days. Even being closer to my parents to help them out as they get a little older.
So there you have it – 1 fork, 3 directions. Sandy beaches, rocky mountains, or concrete?