Top-down and sun-soaked, we hit highway 1 - the butterflies are stirring. They always are. It's Malibu to San Fran, girls in the back, and deep-down, we know we're beating the world - no one's living better than us.
A week later I'm back on the East Coast. It's nothing to cry about - the city's got its usual swagger - but it has me thinking, are they really living better than us on the West Coast? The girls, the food, the sun - it's hard not to get lost in nostalgia.
But is life too easy? There's a certain charm about catching an early morning subway from Brooklyn to mid-town, coffee in-hand. The nights in East Village. The chicken and waffles.
Does anyone in finance regret moving to California? Beyond all its beauty, do the people seem unmotivated and a bit too chilled to take seriously?
And do you find your priorities have shifted from traditional consulting and finance jobs to all-things entrepreneurial?
...so close to that one-way right now