It’s funny how life changes from year to year, month to month, day to day. Hell. Moment to moment. One moment you’re on cloud nine, the next, six feet from the edge thinking six feed ain’t so far down. The ebb and flow of my life can be perfectly characterised by the past 3 weeks.

So I went to LA for the E3 conference. I’m still uploading photos, but you can check out what is uploaded by checking out my flickr page.

First, a little backstory.

I was born in a small town in upstate New York. As I was being popped out of the womb, the doctor literally sent me on a plane to live in England for 4 years. Supposedly, I’m suppose to have alot of amazing memories of England. Watching the Tour de France, in front of the Mona Lisa, searching for the Loch Ness monster, Stone Henge. You name it, in Europe, I’ve probably seen it. One small catch.

I don’t remember any of it.

Not just because I was so young, but because I was asleep mostly. Most awesome photos of me in England, are of me perched atop my fathers head fast asleep. There is a photo of me in front of the Mona Lisa, fast asleep and in the reflection you can clearly see me me sleeping on my dads shoulders. Same thing with Formula one race we went to, same thing with the Tour de France. Same thing with just about everything. Really the only thing I do remember is opening up a cooler that had spoiled milk in it and gagging in front of stone henge. We ended up leaving the cooler there for the hippies that would come by from time to time. Even that fond memory I have, I’m not 100% sure it’s even real. I think I remember it, I remember the situation, but I don’t recall if it was actually MY memory, or just a memory my folks told me and that I latched onto.

The reason for that short divergence is to explain this. I’d never seen the ocean. True, I’ve flown over it once in my life, but that doesn’t count. I don’t remember it and I have never set my feet into the incoming/outgoing tides of it, never have I seen a sunset over it.

Until that was, 3 weeks ago.

Me and a buddy of mine were going to the E3 conference. All in all it was an amazing vacation and perhaps I’ll blog about it, but for now, I just need to spew some ideas onto paper. Even if it means sounding like a schmuck in a few years time.

Needless to say, I’m hooked. I’m an ocean guy. They say that you’re either a fan of the ocean, or a fan of the mountains and luckily for me, living in Denver, I get to see the Rocky Mountains everyday. Please, don’t let me downplay that fact. I’m always checking out the Mountains, wishing I were romping through their trails, Tubing down their hills(when covered in snow), and tubing down their streams(when summertime). Amazed that in 90 degree JUNE weather there are still snowcaps on most of the mountain tops. There is so much to love about Denver. It’s the reason I’ve stayed here for the past 8 years of my life. I love just about everything about it. The people, the culture, the diversity, the hippies(yes, I do love the hippies). It’s fairly liberal, it’s a larger city but has that small city feel to it, the MOUNTAINS. There really isn’t alot that I don’t absolutely love about Denver, and if I’m honest, even the Broncos are starting to rub off on me.

Again, if I’m honest, when it came to my living situation(my condo situation not included), I didn’t really have a “situation”. It was just my location within Denver, or lack thereof, that really had me feeling a little empty inside.

Then I saw the ocean. I felt the chilly water as the waves came to and from the beach sinking my feet farther and farther into the same. The cool sea breeze across my face and just an amazing sunset on Manhattan beach. I’m pretty sure the only thing that could rival that sunset is the sunset I’m all too familiar with. The pink/orange skies as the sun is setting over the Rocky Mountains, directly visible every night to me when I bring Bella out to potty. To say it’s beautiful doesn’t give it justice.

It was just something about California …. LA … and more specifically the ocean that just captivated me. It made me want to be there, always, somehow someway. Almost like a trance.

I wanted to wait a few weeks to write this, because I probably would have sounded like a little gushing school girl getting ready for prom who had the biggest jock as her date. I wanted to wait a few weeks to write this because, like that brief moment in time when you first start dating somebody, that butterfly time period where all you can think about is seeing her again, you know … those moments?

I’m sold. I’m ready to move today. I want to move today if I could.

I can’t though. Too many other factors involved, but somehow someway I will get there. Even if it’s in 100 years, I’ll be adding living in LA to my bucket list.

What’s scary is I’m an ambitious guy to those who know me. I’m always seeking more. Be it financially, mentally. Be it in my career or in my personal life, the bar has always been set far too high. I’m not sure what motor inside of me that drives this ambition, but it’s there, and it’s clearly evident.

It’s amazing what happened when I returned from California.

Before I left, I was getting complacent. Comfortable and happy with where I am at in life. Once I returned though, it just re-motivated me to be that much better. That much more focused.

That much more ambitious to continue raising the bar that I have set for myself, just for life in general. To chase the big city dreams and to keep pushing the bar that I’ve set for myself.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again…..

They say that you can’t cross a sea by merely staring at it. So if you don’t hear from me in a while, it’s because I’m out swimming.

Peace,
I’m outta here.