For years now, I have wished to live in sunny California. I have finally decided to make the change, and in 10 more days I will make the leap. I will officially start my quest, over to the west coast. Final destination will be Los Angeles. Originally, I planned to go to L.A. then on the advice of a friend decided to go to San Diego. But decided to go back to the original destination–Los Angeles!
I will embark on a cross-country drive that will call every ounce of energy in my body, but it will also need motivation and determination. In the end, I have made the right decision. This is my life, but many in my family disagree. My grandmother is one of them.
I love my grandmother. She has always been there for me, and she is the epitome of what it means to posses unconditional love. Now that I have 10 more days until I leave, she is constantly calling me. She is wondering if I am alright. She is asking if I have a job out there. I try to comfort her by saying “yes” to anything she asks. However, when she offers me money I say “NO!”
I have lived in Rhode Island for 37 years. I have relied on myself, solely, for close to half of those years. If I ever needed help I could always count on my family to pull me through, however. And living in such a small State everything is within a short driving distance.
California is a lot different. The State is rather large. My family will be far away, and it will be very expensive to go back and forth. This is what I want to do. This is the thing that I have to do. I am positive that everything will work out, and I am positive that I will make new friends.
This can happen to you. If you ever feel down and out. Feel like you need a change–then “just do it”. Time for excuses are over. If you are depressed, lonely, down and out–leave.
Shakespeare wrote a passage in “Macbeth” about life, that says it best. He wrote
“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day-to-day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
This is something that should be studied. I will translate it at another time. For now, I need to get back to packing.