This September marks a strange anniversary for me. I've been a West coast girl eighteen years, which is as long as I was an East coast girl.
My mother was a West coaster, and she married my father, from Connecticut. She always told me that when you marry a New Englander, you marry the land. We don't leave our home or our ways easily, that's for sure. Except after eighteen years of it, I was ready to be free.
I moved for school and I stayed. At first I was overwhelmed by every single aspect of this great big place called California. But once I tamed it, in my own psyche, I was just smitten. I couldn't think of anywhere else as home.
My goodness, the years crept by. Two marriages and three children later, I'm at this unexpected anniversary. It's kind of like a birthday, except way more emotional and symbolic.
Solidarity to my bi-coastal people. It isn't easy to love two places so much, but it's worth it.