Five years ago I had no idea what I was gonna do with my skill set, where I was going to lay my head, or where I would find my new tribe. I was going through my second divorce. After a year of trying to make it work in Kansas City, I decided a move was in the cards and the best thing for my well being. I left everything I had, my home, my family, my friends, and my stepsons. I had a suitcase full of clothes, no money in my bank account, and on my 30th Birthday I crashed on a friend’s couch with a bottle of cinnamon whiskey in my hand. I made my way to …