This is part of a series. Click the following links to catch up: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.
This post has taken me the longest to write. Actually, as I type this I am sitting at home. I am sitting in my living room, having already said goodbye to everyone, and I am still having a hard time with it.
See, leaving California to move to Texas was a big decision. It was hard, but at the same time it was adventurous. The sadness associated with saying goodbye the first time was overshadowed by the adventure I was going on. I was starting this new life and it was exciting. This time it was different.
I wasn't more sad this time. In fact, I may have even been more okay with leaving this time. It was just different.
Every interaction began with the foreboding of goodbye. The girls felt it most of all. I could see them tense and act out as time wore down with any person. It was very hard to watch. We, of course, talked about it and decided that we said "good-bye" when we left, and that wasn't true because there we were saying "goodbye" again. So we decided that unless we want to be liars, it's not "goodbye." It's "see you later." It's "see you in a while."
We will be back to visit, California. Make no mistake. This is not "good-bye," it's "see you soon."
Monday, July 8, 2013
This is part of a series. Click the following links to catch up: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Something I have noticed since arriving in California, that I never noticed while I lived here, is the sheer amount of blatant racism. I mean, I never saw that while I lived here and if I did, I guess I didn't notice.
Let me explain a little. See, the typical conversation I have encountered with people who I used to see everyday, goes like this:
“How do you like Texas?”
“I love it! It really was the best decision Hubby and I could have made for our family.”
“I bet it's a lot more affordable there, right?”
“Oh, yeah. I mean we have a house for less than we paid for our apartment here. It's great. And the kids can play out at the park and the schools are great. Really, we love it.
“Yeah, and I bet there aren't as many (insert race of people who are not white) out there”
What???? I mean, my typical response is something like, “you know, that wasn't really a factor in our moving and the Austin area is quite diverse,” but WHAT???
Really, people? Check it out California, and especially Bay Area, you are seen by the majority of this country as the area that is most culturally diverse. You are seen as the place that accepts anyone. You have a reputation to uphold and all this talk from Caucasians about how many Middle Eastern, Asian, African American, Mexican, and blue people live in that area is ridiculous.
I have experienced less talk like that in Texas, yes Texas, in any 24 hour period than I have in my first 24 hours visiting in California.
Get it together.
Next time...Saying Goodbye...
Friday, July 5, 2013
This is part 3 in a series. Click on Part 1or Part 2 to catch up.
The three things that I was most looking forward to were my friends, my family, and the food...and not in that particular order. I'm not telling which order, just that that may or may not be it...lol
We got the wonderful opportunity to see lots of people while we were in California!! It was great to catch up and spend time. I got to go to my old 12 step meetings and catch up with people I hadn't really talked to since I left. I got to see old high school friends, and I got to see family. It was great!
The girls spent the weekend with my mom and, from what I hear, had a BLAST! Swimming, new foods, and their awesomely recently redone room are just a few things I have heard about. It was awesome because they got to spend some quality time with Grandma while Hubby and I spent some time just being grown ups.
We ate tons and tons of Mexican food while we were here. Ask me how that was. Go ahead, ask me...ok, ok, I'll tell you. It was the BEST!!! You just can't get food like that in Texas. I mean, don't get me wrong, Tex-Mex is great. It's a genre all on its own. It's just not Mexican food. It's not carne asada in a super burrito. I ate so much Mexican food in such a short period of time that I think I might actually be sick of it...Mission accomplished!!
We have had a great time here, and though I miss home, it's still hard to leave. More on that later. For now it's time for me to go to bed. I have a plane to catch tomorrow.
Next time...Racism In The Bay...
Monday, July 1, 2013
This is part 2. For part 1, click here.
Our arrival in San Francisco was exiting, to say the least. Well, our lading really. I think the pilot thought that the ground was closer than it was when he touched the plane down. He kind of dropped the aircraft, which caused it to bounce hard and then come down again...scared the crap outta me, and the rest of the people on the plane. We landed safely, though, so all in all I'd call the ride a success.
Can I just say that the San Francisco airport in freaking HUGE?? Man, we had to walk forEVER to get to the train, yes train, that took us to the rental car area. No way to get there walking...wow.
So, we got our car and were on our way to the East Bay Area. It was weird. I mean, it was nice, but it was weird. Everything looked so familiar. Like, familiar enough for me to currently live here, but I don't. It's kind of an eerie feeling. Super cool, but eerie just the same.
We drove across a bridge that I have known almost my entire life. We drove up freeways that I know like the back of my hand. We drove around towns that I could navigate in my sleep, but we don't live here. This isn't home anymore.
There's no longing there. I don't miss the sirens, which I have heard almost non-stop since we have been here. I don't miss the actually having to hide my valuables when I go into a store. I don't even miss the familiarity. My town is just as familiar to me as the East Bay is. I think that's what it was. That's where the odd feeling comes in. I have never known another place as well as I know the East Bay, until we moved.
I'm going to try an analogy because I really don't think I am explaining this well. It's like going back to your childhood house as an adult. You know every nook, every cranny. You have memories on the front porch and in the backyard. You could walk to your old room with your eyes closed and not bump into anything. It's that familiar, but it's not home, and you are okay with that because your new home is amazing as well.
Have you ever had that experience?
Next time...Friends, Family, and Food...