The night before I moved down to SoCal my father diagnosed me with a syndrome; something that he affectionately dubbed "The Peter Pan Complex". (Is my father a doctor of any kind? Absolutely not. Should he be? Maybe.) He then went on to explain that I am much like Peter Pan in that it seems to be my greatest desire to never grow up. Flying by the seat of my pants (instead of pixie dust) and constantly searching out new adventures.
Unfortunately, I am still in this world, not Neverland, meaning that time is ticking and regardless of how hard I may fight it... I am growing older one day at a time, so I shall control what I can and grow up in a slightly unorthodox fashion.
With that being said... I begin my new adventure in California.
