Moving? Don't Forget The Tax Deduction

At 23 years old I packed up my life, and in a move made popular by members of the witness protection program, fled New Jersey for the quiet of the Colorado mountains. It was the scariest thing I've ever done; not because I was starting over in a new place, but rather because my then-68-year old father insisted on driving me the 28 hours across the country. And driving with an old man at night is the most frightening activity one can partake in, and keep in mind, I've had brain surgery.