A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find that after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us.  - John Steinbeck


Something was nagging at me. I was missing crucial elements in my life which left me feeling unfulfilled and empty. I just quit a good job that had brought me to New York City. I felt this city would satisfy my ambitious nature, and focused all of my time on my career. After the smoke cleared, I soon discovered that these ambitions were all I had. I was not paying attention to the other parts of my life, the in-between times where I should have been cultivating friendships, relationships, knowledge, inspiration, and happiness.

I needed to try and find balance in my life. I spent a long night drinking whiskey at my local bar contemplating my situation, and knew I had to make a change. Did I want to make New York City my home, or should I run towards the warm, inviting embrace of California? So that night I made a decision.

I decided to take a break from work for a month and take a cross-country road trip to my new home in the west coast. I bought an old station wagon for $1600, got rid of most of my belongings and piled the rest into the back of the station wagon. I hoped that when I got to the other side a month later, I would know exactly how I would want to live my life, and figure out a way to find the balance I was looking for.


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