It’s weird to think about the series of events that led me to you so quickly, and the ones taking me away just as fast.
Back in high school and college, I used to hate when girls would say “everything happens for a reason” just as they spewed out every other regurgitated Sex-and-the-City-esque quote they could think of. They were just immature girls, with barely any life experience to shake a stick at. How could they know? However, the older I get, the more I realize how true that cliched statement really is.
You see, because if I never fell madly in love back in college with a boy who decided to attend medical school here, I never would have moved to the base of your beautiful San Bernardino mountains.
I never would have gotten the job I did, and I might never have found a career I’m passionate about.
I never would have experienced your 90º weather in the fall.
I never would have spent my summer weekends on your beautiful beaches.
I never would have shared an awesome road trip with my mom up your scenic coastline.
I never would have hiked your mountains.
I never would have experienced LA…
…or Santa Monica
…or Newport Beach
…or Hermosa Beach on the Fourth of July
…or a Labor Day Weekend trip to Lake Havasu
…or Santa Barbara.
I’d never be able to say that I had fresh squeezed OJ from the tree in my backyard.
I might have never learned how to recognize when it is time to make a change and might have never had the nerve to make it happen.
But don’t get offended, dear California. I assure you I’m not leaving because that college love didn’t last. In fact, I’m very glad it didn’t.
If that love worked out, I might have never started my own website to keep myself busy and distracted from the break up. I might have never filled my new-found free time with industry-related reading. I might have never became laser-focused on what it was that I truly wanted. I might have never given myself permission to spend time on furthering my own career. And I might never have landed the amazing career opportunity that is bringing me back to the east coast.
But there’s no use postulating about the way this course of events has shaped the last year of my life, because everything really does happen for a reason. I am so happy about where my next move is taking me, and grateful for the time we’ve spent together, California. But for now I’m headed across the country for the second time in eleven months, to Philadelphia, to start a whole new adventure.
Thanks Cali. ‘Til next time.