Due to Circumstances Beyond our Control

As I have mentioned in previous entries, up until this point in my life, I had never given much thought about living anywhere other than California. Living here was a given. Much like being born, and the people you are born to, where you are born and subsequently might live your entire life are circumstances beyond your control. Just like while living here you might see celebrities walking down the street,the door of the local coffee shop might be be blocked by a burly security guard and sometimes your house might get leveled by an earthquake,fall into the ocean or be consumed by fire. All of those things are beyond your control. Except the coffee shop thing, I know the owner so I get to go in anyway no matter who is in there getting caffeinated.

However, people please, you can control the look on your face when I tell you I am moving to Ohio. I know, I know there is no place like here, how could anyone even entertain the thought of living anywhere but here. Well, I can and I am. Even if it is to prove to the world that I can live anywhere even Ohio with the snow and the....snow. Plus, the houses are cheap.

So when I say brightly, "I am moving to Ohio! My fiance is there already and I am going to get married and have a big house on the lake!" You say,"That's wonderful! How exciting!" I am gritting my teeth and smiling so the least you can do is the same. Okay? Oh, and when you tell me you are from Ohio don't tell me you "left when you were sixteen and never looked back". Don't shake your head and get a vacant look in your eyes wondering how you ever "lived in such a place". It isn't helping.

Remember, I was here first. My relatives walked and took the train across the border from Mex in the 1860's. I am a Native Californian being driven from my homeland because all you people came from the Midwest and are breathing all my precious ocean air. We are just playing a statewide version of Trading Spaces. So with that said, I will trade you your quiet, spacious, three bedroom, two bath, colonial with trees and a driveway on the lake for my thin walled, teeny tiny, no privacy, three bedroom, one bath, a concrete yard,limited parking and no trees in the barrio. BUT I WAS HERE FIRST YOU REMEMBER THAT! ONE DAY I WILL RETURN, A PRODIGAL DAUGHTER, AND THERE WILL BE CUPCAKES AND REJOICING IN THE LAND. But I definitely will not want my house back.