I'm in college!

About three years ago, my life hit a fork in the road. I was working at a large investment bank doing application development when suddenly I decided to shake things up by attempting to transfer to London. My manager, who I still try to contact every now and then, was all for it. He was giving me my adventure and letting me figure out who I was in this world. For months, moving to London was all I could think about. It was the topic of discussion at dinner tables, bar counters, long walks, and phone calls. Everyone around me knew how excited I felt.

At the time, I had started dating Jen. She was a blonde haired, blue eyed friend-of-a-friend that I had pursued for nearly two years. Jen always smiled and laughed, with a youthful, innocent side to her and I knew from the moment I approached her that we would be married. Call it intuition, but I have always been able to feel out people quickly and make a judgment on whether he or she would get more of my time. That, and she wore a white tube top that showed off her tan. Hubba hubba...

Needless to say, when pushing the opportunity to move to London, a decision had to be made about keeping my girlfriend or uprooting my life. Even though Jen said she would come along, and I know she would have, I was not going to separate Jen from her family without a wedding ring.

Long story short, the decision to relocate was given the kibosh by higher ups at the firm. I think this was the first time I realized my life was not in my own hands.

Fast forward to three weeks ago. At this point, Jen and I have been married and loving every minute of being together. We have a wonderful family that provides support, stability, and dining options, not to mention groceries at the best prices. We purchased a small studio in Hoboken and are talking about starting a family.

So, what's the problem?

Ever since London hit the fan, I have changed my job three times. I have been looking for something more in my life. Jen, my family, and my friends fill 95% of my life. My career is the last slice of the pie and, frankly, has been lacking satiability.

Three weeks ago from today, I was working at a hedge fund, a role that I had been in for about a year. Technology was not a core part of the business model, at least from my perspective. To be frank, I had taken yet another job where I was not reaching my full potential. At that point, I needed to make a decision: try and find another role or leave and try my own thing out.

Guess which option I took?

Now, in addition to taking 6 classes at Stevens, I'm going to pursue two things that I love: writing and financial engineering. How do the two relate? Well, that's what this blog will be about. Stay tuned.