Today is March 1, which will mark the end of the first month since I moved out to California from Ohio.
Oh, how rude of me, you're probably wondering who I am.
Allow me to introduce myself to ... well I have no idea who will ever read this, but any way my name is Anthony (no last name needed).
I was born and raised in Ohio, went to college in Ohio and lived in Ohio my whole life (29 years). I have no kids, pets, and currently no girlfriend (which explains the no kids part).
Last January, I decided it was time to quit my job at the local newspaper of four and a half years and make the biggest change in my life.
My last position held was Sports Editor, and let me tell it's not all that it's cracked up to be. I love sports, played them my whole life, but when sports are your job it takes the fun and excitement out of them. Not to mention I was dealing with mainly high school sports, which entails high school parents and fans, who tell you what an awful job you do covering their kids and schools. It was a thankless job, but I learned a lot (didn't have a choice, the job came with minimal training).
It still sounds crazy when I think about it, or even say it out loud, but it was a much-needed change.
I came to the proverbial fork in the road and decided to go left (like to the West) and head for California. It wasn't just on a whim, though. I had actually visited a good friend of mine in August 2012, and had the time of my life. Before I left, my friend told me to move out there. The thought sounded crazy at the time, because I didn't have any plans of leaving that far. I wanted to do something else, but if you told me three years ago that I'd be living in California, I would've bought you a drink and asked where you get your weed from (weed is legal in California by the way).
So, I packed my car full of clothes and headed for the Pacific Ocean. It wasn't that easy of course, because I hate driving and that's a long-ass drive, boring too if you go by yourself. Luckily for me may dad was up for the challenge (I'm going to stop using that word for now) and made the drive with me.
It took us about four days, and as long as the drive seemed I was glad to be able to share that experience with my dad. Growing up the men in our family weren't the best at showing emotion towards each other, which I guess worked, but as I got older I realized that my dad was and has been a very big part of my life.
The best part was going to see The Grand Canyon. My dad has traveled some, but nothing to this extent, so is was great seeing him enjoy himself the entire trip.
Well since is the first entry I feel I can end here (again I feel I'm talking to myself).
No matter what keep the dream alive.
