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Having the Guts to Move

“Ok, I get the fact that you’re moving,” one friend said to me.  “But to Connecticut?? It’s as if you closed your eyes and threw a dart at a map of the United States.” “Wow!” said another acquaintance, “I could never do that, to just pack up and move across the country.  I wouldn’t have the guts.”

Ah yes, having the guts.  I remember back when I graduated from college and was thinking about making my first “big” move – out to Colorado. At 23, it sounded like quite the adventure. It was as though I could picture my life if I stayed in Southern California (the job/career, the good friends, the eventual husband and kids and house in the suburbs where all houses looked the same) and the thought stifled me to my inner core.  Sure, it sounded like a fine life – it just didn’t sound like an exciting life.  I didn’t want to look back at age 80 and see I had taken the easy (boring) route.  But then my dad got sick (briefly) and it scared me.  Maybe I shouldn’t go.  My mom felt just the opposite.

Go to Denver, she told me.  Who knows, maybe from there you’ll head off to Chicago.  Either way, once you do it, you’ll have the confidence to go anywhere!

She was right.  It takes guts and confidence to move to a new place.  Anyone who has moved will tell you that.  Nothing wrong with staying put and putting down those roots (especially if you actually like the place you’re living).  But moving to a new place opens your world in a different way, a special way, and makes your life bigger and richer because of it.

It took guts for my husband (fiancé at the time) and I to pack up and move to New York City to start an Internet company.  We lived there for almost 4 years, and at the time it was not a love match made in heaven.  I was stunned being 9 months pregnant taking the rush-hour subway almost daily and only ONCE having anyone ever give up their seat for me.  Often I was the only white girl on the subway as I’d make my way back to our loft apartment in Brooklyn Heights – quite the experience for someone who had grown up in the sheltered world of Orange County.  Yet now I wouldn’t trade those experiences for the world!

As it turns out, after my years in Denver, I did move again – not to the Windy City as my mom once suggested – but to a small town nestled in the Rockies. I soon discovered I had two strikes against me there to begin with.  The people I worked with were none too fond of vegetarians (lot of hunting going on there) or Californians (coming in with all their money and buying up land, etc).  But what really shocked me was having more than one gentleman tell me they would fight off the Federal Government if they tried to come and take away their guns!  Beautiful place to visit, but I’d take New York City any day.

Yet in each place I made friends and learned first hand about the types of people that make up the patchwork that is our country.  I’ve lived in areas of extreme wealth, and places where the majority of folks are working two jobs just to make ends meet.  I lived where parents take their kids to school in Mercedes and Hummers, and where families jump on the public transportation to drop their kids off at early-morning care before school so they can get to work on time.

Where did I think we’d end up? Well, here of course – where we are now – but that is only because we’re here.  I had never wanted to live in Marin County prior to my husband suggesting it nearly 4 years ago.  Now I see why people never want to leave.  I confess I have some preconceived notions of Connecticut (can anyone say preppy-ville?) just as I had with Marin County (you don’t get to be the wealthiest county in California without acquiring a reputation) and I’m eager to again be proved wrong.  And that’s what living in a new place does – in a way just visiting a place never can.

I don’t know what life is going to be like living in Connecticut.  I hope of course we all love it and feel like at last we’ve found our home.  I hope we end up staying there (happily) for years and years to come.   I hope it’s as lush and green as I imagine, as “country-ish” as I hear, and people are down-to-earth and kind (as I so hope to find them to be).

Right now, this Zen Mama Wannabe is nervous and excited and apprehensive all at once.  Is it guts I have – or active butterflies in my stomach?  Ah well, let the adventure begin!

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3 Responses to “Having the Guts to Move”

  1. Bail Bonds Pasadena Says:
    January 23rd, 2011 at 1:56 pm

    FYI I attempted your rss button and it didnt work. I will try once more in a couple of hours.

  2. callieandbatido Says:
    January 25th, 2011 at 8:36 am

    Let the adventure begin….or continue…keep us posted!

  3. Chaas Says:
    May 2nd, 2011 at 2:00 am

    Didn’t know the forum rules allowed such brlialint posts.

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