I know, I know. I am a terrible blogger. My last entry was in March and I am sure I have kept everyone hanging by a thread in anticipation of what has happened to me and what path my life has taken now. No? Ah well, for my own amusement, I’ll summarize the last six and a half months.
I have moved. I have uprooted the two cats, the dog, myself and led our small family into unknown territory, following my boyfriend to Northern California. Justin recently graduated with his Masters in Urban Planning from UCI in June and happily accepted a job in affordable housing in Downtown Oakland.
Then the question came, do I go with him? Do I leave my job at UCI with the lovely scientists and amazing home cooked pasta gatherings? Do I leave my friends and my family and travel up north to the Bay Area with its promises of cooler weather, clear skies and San Francisco? And also, did I mention, I’d be unemployed? I would be a twenty nine year old, single -ish, ahem, girl, with no job, two cats and dog completely dependent on my boyfriend.
I recognize that people move to farther regions, people also may have to singularly support, say, a child, as opposed to my furry companions. But, it was a huge decision, and one that threw me into Jekyll and Hyde like fits during a two week span.
So, big surprise, I chose to take a chance on fate, and here I am, typing away while I stare out the window into the Alameda Bay marina. It’s foggy and raining, quite the contrary to what I have been recently told about Southern California’s weather at the moment. I take Basil on walks in the morning and evenings. We’re fortunate enough to live practically on the water so we watch boats and yachts cruise by. Basil likes to time it so that during these moments he’ll do his dirty business just in the moment when the boats onlookers see his good work and my even better work as a good Samaritan who cleans up after their dog. Thank you very much.
I’ve fortunately found a job in the School of Business at UC Berkeley and as a cardinal and gold blooded Trojan, (don’t strike me down when I say) Go Bears! Even though my Trojan sweat-shirted self has been glared at on numerous occasions when I go running in the city and the car has been “booh-ed” at the mall due to my SC license plate. Ah well, what’s the saying? You can take the girl out of Southern California, but you can never take Southern California out of ….never mind…
But the thing is, I took a chance, small, but it was a chance. And while I believe anything can happen in just a second, a moment, that can change your life, I’m happy that I chose to, and I am happy with the outcome.
Every so often a flock of Geese will fly by our apartment window, this usually terrifies the cats, and on my walks I’ll see tall long legged cranes searching the water for fish. My mom tells me these birds bring good luck. The air holds that hint of crispness to it, and you can smell the salt from the sea. Justin will come home with his bicycle helmet on, one pant leg rolled up (we sold one of our cars, we’re sooo Nor Cal now) and after he shoos Basil away from biting his ankles, we’ll smile, because we have each other and now we have a new home in the East Bay.
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I know how you felt about your move. My hubby and I were together for six years when he had a great job offer in DC. I was reluctant to move since we weren't yet married, but it was the best decision I could have made. Three years later, his job is still amazing, we're now married, I have a good job, and we're expecting our first baby. We've had our ups and downs, but every down was worth the up and the adventure has been fantastic!
ReplyDeleteThanks Renee! That's so nice to hear and is a comfort. I'm glad you two are doing so wonderfully. I hope to be able to say the same thing years from now as well!
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