CrossroadsFlash­back to two years ago, when my wife and I decided to move from Cal­i­for­nia to New York. It was a gutsy deci­sion on my part, to leave my fam­ily and friends behind — but, not for­ever — and start a new life in an unknown place. To this day I’m still amazed I went through it all.

The move was an inter­est­ing jour­ney of not only start­ing anew, but find­ing myself. On the cross coun­try trip of 2,000 miles, I trav­eled with my then soon-to-be father-in-law, girl­friend and com­puter. We were a mot­ley crew, dis­cussing every­thing from movies to life, trav­el­ing some­times at breakneak speeds to reach our des­ti­na­tion sooner than later. We stayed in Mer­riot hotels, woke up when the sun would rise and com­plete our day’s jour­ney when it fell.

Along the way I learned new things, looked out the win­dow and mostly stared into the dis­tance think­ing about my fam­ily. Won­der­ing why I left behind some­thing so con­crete for some­thing unknown.

We all reach cross­roads in our life, some­times peo­ple even refer to it as a fork in the road. When­ever that anal­ogy is used, how­ever, I always envi­sion a fork, 40-feet high, stuck in the mid­dle of a dusty road. When we, as human beings, stop before this fork in the road, we under­stand that typ­i­cally there is no going back. There isn’t a rewind, fast-forward or pause but­ton in life. Once we make a deci­sion it effects fur­ther cross­roads in our lives, changes that we aren’t always will­ing to accept but know deep down it will be for the bet­ter­ment of not only your­self, but those who sur­round you.