Seven years ago I made the trek down the coast from Tacoma, WA to San Francisco to start a new chapter in my life. John was already on a work trip for his new job, so it was just the dog and me, driving through flat farmlands and curving mountain roads, the wind in our hair, our cares far behind us. I was childless, jobless and as carefree as I had felt in a long time, and, thanks to my kids, certainly more than I’d ever be again. It was a new start, and I couldn’t wait to soak up all that Cali had to offer.
Four years before that, it had been a different story. I had left my childhood home in Massachusetts, following my then-fiance-now-husband as he took his first duty station in the Army. Don’t get me wrong. Washington state is gorgeous and rugged and has so much to offer, and Army people are tough and bright and loving, but I wasn’t in the frame of mind to embrace any of it. In fact, I was terrified. I was leaving home for the first time (I had gone to college a distant 30 miles from home), and with it my close-knit family and the friends I had known all my life. At 22, I should have been ready to take the world by storm and embrace this incredible opportunity, but instead I felt scared and lonely. My only consolation was that I was with the man I loved, and in him, at least, I knew I was making the right choice.
It took me a while to find my feet in Washington, and it didn’t really happen until shortly before we left. John completed his commitment to the Army and went on to something new, and that took us to California. By the time I reached the Bay Bridge I felt like a new person, like the past four years had been a tight skin I had finally shed, and that the future would be bright and clear, unknown but promising.
California did not disappoint. Over the past seven years, I have grown to love this place (almost) as much as I love Boston. The weather, the people, the farmer’s markets, everything. (Well, everything except the cost of living. That truly sucks.) I have met some of the most wonderful people, some born and raised here, others transplants like myself. But we all belonged. I never felt like an outsider here, and for a shy introvert like me, that’s saying a lot.
Alas, in two days I’ll be moving on again. This time with two children in tow, John, the dog and I will board a plane for the east coast to make a new home for ourselves. I’ve been doing my best to embrace this new opportunity. After all, for the first time in twelve years, I’ll be within driving distance of my parents and my sister. But over the past week a sort of depression has set in, and it’s affecting me more and more as I realize that these are the last precious moments I’ll have in this place that I love, with people I have come to think of as family.
To help me come to terms with my sadness and help me move on, I’ve decided to make a list of some of the things I’ll miss about California. I’m sure it will be incomplete, and feel free to add things in the comments if you feel that I’ve left something out. Here they are, in no particular order:
1. The weather: Enough said, honestly. When a proud and hardened New Englander like myself can willingly trade a New England fall for a California winter, you know it has to be good.
2. The produce: Can I just tell you how friggin’ awesome it is to have people bring bags upon bags of oranges and lemons to school because they have too much growing in their backyard? I mean, seriously? “Oh yes, I have far too much of this delicious fruit. I must share it with everyone. Please, please take some delicious fruit!” I’m telling you, Californians, that just doesn’t happen elsewhere.
3. My mulberry tree: On a related note to #2, we had this amazing mulberry tree in our backyard. The kids would go outside and pick them right off the tree and eat them. Granted, it made for a pretty messy lawn in May and June, and everyone walked around with purple stained shoes, but I still say it was a fair trade. I had so much I would make jam and give it as Christmas presents. Where the heck am I going to get mulberries now? I didn’t even know what a mulberry looked like until I moved here.
4. Farmer’s markets: weekly, year-round. Again related to #2: fresh local produce all year round! It became so normal to me that I took it for granted. I didn’t go enough while I lived here, and now I’m regretting it.
5. The smell of eucalyptus trees: It’s all over: Berkeley, the Headlands, the side of the road in Palo Alto. Nothing smells fresher and more alive than a eucalyptus tree. And it smells nothing like those clippings you get at the craft store.
6. Palm trees: Sensing a theme here? Apparently I really like trees. But the palm tree might be my favorite. I had a view outside my tiny bathroom window of a palm tree, and no matter what was going on that day, what kind of stress I was feeling, when I walked by and glanced out the window at that tree I would stop and think, “How bad can it be? I’m in California? Life is good.”
7. My children were born here: A lot of important milestones happened here. California is where John and I went from being a couple to being a family.
8. Friends: We have met some of the most amazing, open-hearted, beautiful people since living here, and I am just so thankful to have met them and be able to keep them in my life. I have a familiar ache in my heart at saying goodbye to them, because, just like when I left home all those years ago, I know I am leaving behind a piece of me.
In short, I have had a beautiful experience here. Living here has changed me. It has opened my eyes to new people, new sights, new perspectives. And as I head back to the familiar air of the east coast, I can proudly say that this New England girl is also a California girl.
Thank you, California.