Twelve years, and twenty.
Two decades ago I came to Colorado, the next stop on a journey, I thought.
I had no plans to stay here.
I came for a job, and a place to live, and I had no idea how life would go,
I came from a place I didn’t like, to a place I didn’t like, and I assumed I would keep going after a short time.
I had no home, I thought.
I started working at my current job twelve years ago, today. I’ve been through a lot of life at Crystal Courier, I’ve learned a lot and grown more. Today is my last anniversary with the company. I’m happy to be going home to California, but there’s definitely some strong emotional activity going through me, right now. This company has been a huge part of me, for a dozen years. Highs and lows, good and bad, I have had a support system in place, and I’m leaving.
The call of saltwater and sunshine is beating on my soul, the memory of a childhood spent unaware of how amazing the place I was in truly was. California has it’s bad parts, and loads of issues, but it has my heart. I was born in Salinas, grew up in the Monterey Peninsula area and later in Humboldt County. I have missed the redwoods and the beaches, the foods and the scenery, for so long that I have accepted that longing as part of myself.
I have grown comfortable with the homesick angst, waking up thousands of miles away from home and visiting old haunts in my dreams. I have hurt without noticing for so long that I can’t remember what it’s like to feel anything without pain.
I am packing up my life, my kids and my wife, and we are going to the home I’ve almost forgotten.
I’m going, going,
This may not go the way I want it to, and I know that life will happen. I know we will have hard times, we will face challenges.
My darling wife and I will face them, together, on familiar ground.
We will make our life work, in a place where we are natural. A place we can call home.
I’m nervous about details,
But I am so happy to be going home.