Last week I reached a landmark moment in my life. As of last week, I have lived in California longer than I lived in Indiana. I've lived here longer than I had originally planned, and it hasn't turned out half bad. A lot of days, I feel like I have relinquished my capacity for introspection; I feel that my sojourn here has become less of a spiritual journey and more of a series of events, through which I navigate on autopilot. I don't care much for that.
But, regardless, here I am. For now, and into the foreseeable future. I suppose there are worse fates.
When I arrived home from work tonight, I noticed that it was downright cold, and windy too, and lots of grey, stormy clouds had blotted out the evening sky. I was eager to get indoors--I had not expected that kind of weather, and so was jacketless and shivering. The weather reminded me of evenings in Indiana--at least, my imagined evenings, which never came to pass, as it turns out. Life is what happens when you are making other plans.
California has been good to me, much better than I expected. Maybe I brought it into my life, maybe we make our own luck, who knows? Regardless, California is home.
For now, anyway. Rolling stones don't like to lose their momentum.
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