RIP Rocky

From 1993 till 2006, the little dog named Rocky was a part of the McCauley clan. As of June 14th, 2006 Rocky is no longer a part of the McCauley clan. Mom, Dad, and K made the humane decision to put Rock to sleep. It's a tough decision I'm glad I wasn't around to partake in, for as easy as it was for me to see the dog was in pain this past time I was up, its never easy to let go of a faithful friend, even if that friend is covered in fur. Looking ahead, if I have as much body hair as I do now, that could end up being in my eulogy. Poor little pooch had barely any use of his hind legs when I last saw him 2.5 weeks ago. I'll always remember when we got the little guy and he was barely able to run through the grass, and when I'd come home from school he'd jump all around and want to play with his chew toys and go nuts. Good memories...I'll miss you Rock.

You Can't Go Home Again

Recently I returned to NJ and while I had an incredible time, it was the first time since I first moved to NJ in 1992 that I felt like a visitor. An odd feeling, but an eventual one, since I currently reside nearly 1000 miles south of the armpit. Friends and family were great as always, but something was definitely amiss. I will always miss the people I met in NJ and especially the ones that have remained my friends, but I definitely don't miss much about actually being in NJ besides that.
I moved down here a year ago, yet I can finally turn the page on my time in NJ. I won't say I'll never move back to NJ, because one of life's lessons is "to never say never", but I wouldn't actively pursue moving back to NJ unless I owned my own business, or was needed in NJ for family emergencies. Goodbye NJ, you were my true home for nearly half my life and you served me well, but I walk a different path now...one that hasn't been walked down before.