The California Connection
With everything going on in my life today, I am surprised at how distracted I am by thoughts of my oldest step-step-daughter currently living in California. It’s funny because I don’t really hear from her all that much and she’s actually doing pretty well in a general sense. Maybe it’s just that I remember my own experience of moving to California at her age.
I know from personal experience that moving 2,500 miles away from home, your first time out, is completely unnerving. It’s not easy leaving behind everything you know and friends that you care for. I learned quickly how much I relied on my friends when they weren’t there for me, or more specifically – I wasn’t there with them.
The first month or two was absolutely fantastic. I was very busy exploring my new environment and finding a routine. I was living in Redondo Beach and working in Inglewood. I had a 7-mile commute up the 405 freeway, that took a mere 45 minutes! My home and office were both only 10 blocks from the freeway, so I was a truly lucky commuter. In the evenings, I was less than a mile from some of the best people-watching territory in the world. Hanging out on The Strand or Pier Ave was the thing to do, but I wasn’t very interested in going alone.
Making new friends didn’t happen for me for nearly a year, so most of my time was spent on the telephone talking to my friends back home. We would exchange stories about all the cool new places I’ve seen, and the same old, same old back home.
For most of that first year I referred to my mom’s house and my hometown as home. It took me a long to think in terms of having a new home in California. I still had all my connections to friends, even though they were fading fast due to long distance charges. When I lived in California long distance phone time cost nearly $0.30 per minute, and there was no such thing as a free eCard to keep in touch. The more distant I grew from my friends, the more I resented my new ‘home.’
My solution was to work 60 hours a week, even though I was paid straight salary. I would normally work past 9 pm and always be in the office by 7:30 am. My boss always praised my midwest work ethic, but the truth is I didn’t have anything else to do. Most of my days were spent daydreaming of the girlfriend I left behind, scheming plans to move my closest friends to California with me, and getting my work done a little bit at a time. Being homesick and missing my friends was all I could think about.
That first year was rough for me, but I know I am not the only person who ever went through it. I remember what was important to me at that age, and moving across the country turned my world upside down. It changed the way I looked at everything, and helped me grow up a little. It was a learning experience and when I look back now, I had the time of my life. My step-step-daughter’s situation is a little bit different, but in all the things that matter – it’s exactly the same.
I didn’t start to think of California as my home until I ventured out and started making new friends. They are the cornerstone of your existence as a young adult. They become surrogate family and validate you as a person. They become your support system and help you through the tough times. I met lots of acquaintances in California and made one really close friend, and I consider myself very lucky. I spent my late 20’s in another new city with no friends, and it worked exactly the same way. Until I made friends, I just felt out of place. I spent most of my time on the phone or Internet, chatting away with friends back home, except this time “back home” was California.
Home is the same wherever you go, as soon as you make it what you want it to be. Encourage your kids, step kids, and young adult friends of the family to go out and experience life, and let them know that everything they are going through is perfectly normal, and it’s all going to be okay.
- John