We are leaving. Our time in Southern California has come to a close. It’s been fun. We saw tall trees, wet our feet in the cool Pacific Ocean, listened to mission bells, ate Carne Asada Burritos, wore sandals year round, and enjoyed the temperate weather.
But we aren’t from these parts. Others, who were also from other parts, came here and made Southern California a home. We tried, but it didn’t stick.
I am trying to make sure that I know what I’ll miss. Once I’m gone, I don’t want to be caught off guard about something about SoCal that I will miss acutely. The things on my “miss” list are: great infrastructure, ease of homeschooling, nice weather, cheap produce, abundance of avocados, great pizza and Mexican food.
This week will mark my last appointment with my doctor, as well as my last appointment with my dentist. I am trying to be cognizant of all of my “last times.”
I’ll miss my hairstylist. I’ll miss my OBGYN. I’ll miss our parish priest and the wonderful nuns there, too.
I’ll miss the conversations I didn’t have. There are regular faces that I count on. The smiling man who works the counter at the 7/11 on Garnet and Fanuel. The friendly, tall man who makes it a point to shake my son’s hand at mass. The baggers at the base commissary at 32nd Street. I’ll wave at them one more time and that will be that.
But there are new hellos to be said. There will be new faces to memorize. There will be new roads to travel. The new paths will make me raise questions that I’d never considered.
Here’s to the journey.