Quit my good paying job to start over again. Drove from TX to CA with everything I owned pecked into my tiny car. I didn't have a job lined up or a place to stay. I was going to figure it out when I got there. First day there, someone cashed a phony check against my account and cleaned me out. Fuck you "Bank of America". Thanks mom for the loan. I survived. A year later, my parents got flooded and I casually wrote a check and paid them back (with interest). Met my now wife that weekend. Bought a truck and packed everything I owned in the back we drove to NY with no job lined up. Long story short, things worked out fantastic. That first drive was one of most exhilarating things I've ever done.