I grew up in the D.C. area C, and I can't take living out in the sticks any more. Plus we had a winter here last year that was absolutely brutal, and I work outside as a forester, manageing public lands for the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. I am 40, and I had a close friend of mine from high school who actually was living in San Diego die of a drug overdose last April. I went back to D.C. for the funeral, and another very close high school friend of mine who was at the funeral and is an airline pilot based out of San Francisco was telling me how great San Diego is, especially the weather. He flies in and overnights there all of the time. He used to visit our deceased friend, and was one of the only one of our crew to really see him frequently seeing that the rest of us live outside of California. He was planning a memorial trip for us survivors out there for our bud and it got me thinking. Life is too short to have any regrets. I am going to leave a cushy, high paying job on the government nipple and have to completely change careers with no job prospects on the horizon, but I will be able to live life on my terms. I am merely existing here - comfortable but not thriving. Life is too short not to live it like it is your last day on earth, because one day that will come. And who knows when that will be.