A lot has been going on lately. It’s felt like I’ve been on a roller coaster ride, but without a seat belt of any kind. And I already think roller coasters are a bit risky for 6-foot-6 people such as me. Sure, I ride them anyway. A few inches off my legs might make life a bit easier. Kissing would result in less neck soreness, retail clothing shops would actually be a possibility (rather than online), and I wouldn’t concuss myself every time I stepped on an airplane.

Speaking of airplanes, I’m moving to Miami in three weeks. To celebrate, I’m setting fire to all my cold weather clothing. Nothing says “happiness” like watching your down coat disintegrate.

This Miami move is a big step. Not only because it’s literally a big step (1,500 miles south), but also because I’ve never lived outside of the Northeast. I grew up in Massachusetts, played sports in every state of New England, went to school in Connecticut, and took my first job in New York.

I always like to think that one day I’ll make a hugely bold decision. The kind of decision that is both emotionally driven and disruptive. That’s how you know it’s good.

Well, one of those days just came to be. I’m not just moving to Miami to hang out with dolphins and avoid carbohydrates. I’m going for school. It’s a very specific school, devoted to portfolio development in advertising. I work in finance now so this career move is about as linear as Rosie O'Donnell's silhouette.

I’m excited. This is a bold decision. I’m young (26 years old), but I don’t feel like I’ve had many defining moments in life. I believe this will be the first; a relatively enormous career change, a new city, and a fair amount of anxiety. Sounds like a tasty smoothie if you’re looking to kill whoever drinks it.

So I’m off to Miami in three weeks. Twenty-one days to say goodbye to friends I’ve known for 10 years. That hurts to think about.

Who will I become after living in Miami? The only obvious answer is that I’ll become a much tanner version of me.

Like I said before, I can’t think straight. All these changes have my brain tied in a pretzel knot. Maybe this is a time where I should think less. Maybe this is a time where I should welcome the inability to think straight.

There’s something to be said for thinking crooked.