The Inevitability of Change

It’s funny how life evolves.  One minute you are freezing your ass off in the middle of winter in Michigan quietly wondering if you will ever be warm again, and the next you are sweltering in your small apartment in San Diego cursing yourself for not specifying a place that offers central A/C. 

To me these events only feel days apart.  In reality, they are months.

We have been through quite a lot of change in the last 6 months.  We bid farewell to our life in Michigan – well most of our material possessions anyway – and started anew, or should I say again, in Southern California.  Michigan was a difficult chapter to close.  It was akin to a novel that although starts out very bumpy at first, turns into an incredibly heartfelt and rewarding story.  It’s like rooting for the underdog you never thought you would give a second glance.

Michigan is where Scott and I started our marriage, bought our first home, adopted our first dog.  And where I started my first big girl job, learned how to drive in snow, and discovered the importance of a down coat.  It’s the place where Scott perfected blobbing as a sport, the art of microbrew beer drinking, and received his PhD.  And although some of the aforementioned activities may suggest otherwise, Michigan is the place where we took on the role of adulthood.

And as many of us are acutely aware, being an adult is seriously overrated.  Especially on a Monday morning when you only have $4 in the bank account and another paycheck isn't due to arrive until Friday.  In the early days, balancing our limited budget definitely wasn't our strong suit.  We survived, and dare I say, even thrived.  We had an amazing network and community of friends to tap into for good laughs, and even better booze, when things were too much to handle.  If there’s one message Michiganders have communicated the clearest it’s to not take life, or myself for that matter, too seriously.     

So I return to San Diego with a new perspective.  And although San Diego hasn't changed all that much since I was last here, I sure have.  Although to be fair not everything has changed, I’m still feisty as hell, typically willing to take on a good argument, and occasionally have the ability to make a sailor blush with my language when so inclined.  But I digress.  Simply put, I have matured from a naive college undergraduate into a married woman with a career.  As expected with those major life changes, I have developed a different worldview, more responsibilities and a slower approach to life.

At first the transition wasn't easy.  Sure, I was living in a tropical paradise, but I missed my friends like I imagine an amputee misses a limb or like a mother misses her child when she leaves the baby with a sitter for the first time.  It was painful.  I wanted to share our wondrous experience with this amazing city because although most things looked the same as when I left, it all felt so new and thrilling!  And I wanted to share these emotions with the same people that we had created so many exciting memories with in years prior.  I have since adjusted, and although I still miss my Michigan family daily, I have rekindled relationships and friendships out West to expand my community.

I’ll tell you this much.  Since returning to San Diego, we have yet to take a sunny day for granted.  And if you know anything about San Diego, it’s mostly sunny here so we have been quite busy.  It’s been a grand adventure thus far.  Now that the stress of putting a home together is behind us – Scott and I struggled on a shared vision for furniture and home decorations – we are reacquainting ourselves with the Southern California lifestyle.  Our evenings and weekends are filled with time spent in the ocean, mostly surfing, but when it’s flat and I’m desperate even a swim does the trick.  The beautiful landscape inspires me daily, and when Mea and I take our lunchtime walk, I quietly give thanks to live in such a perfect place.

The ocean speaks to my soul in a way that is difficult to describe.  I feel at peace in the water.  While sitting on my surf board, I feel humbled by the vastness and enormity of the ocean.  Scott and I don’t talk too much out on the water- other than to compliment him on a good wave or critique my latest wipeout - we are mostly left to our own thoughts.  I reflect upon the past, and think about all of the people and events that have led me to this moment.  I fantasize about sharing these experiences with the people that matter most, and look forward to the day when I get to tell some of you “We’re going surfing!”