San Diego 2000

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Life is built on the choices we make, an endless series of crossroads. Growing up is learning that every choice we make limits the options left open on tomorrow’s horizon. A seemingly insignificant moment can quietly morph into a point of no return.

I moved to San Diego on December 31, 1999. Besides the impending Y2K disaster and the dawn of a new millennium, the move was a major crossroads for me.

More than one person has asked why I left Los Angeles after film school. Some days I have sufficient answers to that question. Other days, I’m convinced those answers are bullshit.

This is what I knew:

• The City of Angels was killing me. Enough said.

• I was itching to work on my own artist’s vision.

• Perhaps most significant: the art of film made my heart sing; the business of film throttled me. Success depended on networking. I would rather stick a hot poker up my nose than network for the sake of networking.

I fell in love with America’s Finest City and haven’t left since.


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