One Month and Eight Years

I have officially lived in California for one month today. The funny thing is I don’t miss New York. Maybe it is because I still feel like I am on vacation here. Maybe it’s because my overall stress level has gone down. Maybe it is because I have consistently left the office at 5:30 pm each evening instead of my New York days when leaving at 6:3o was leaving early. But whatever it is, it has been welcome. Now with the move into our new house next week, we will feel more at home and can settle in and get to know the area. I hope we can make as good of friends as we had in New York here in the Bay Area. I hope my daughters will feel at home in their new environment. I hope that the feeling that this move was the right thing for us will continue for years to come.

I turn 32 next month. In my mind, California is part of an eight year plan for me. This means that around the time I turn 40, I will be on my way out, my fun in the sun behind me, and on to more cost-efficient, wallet-friendly, shores. But a lot can happen in eight years and for now I must focus on the present. If I do that, I’ll wake up one day with my 40th just around the corner.

Pieces of me

I have lived in many great places in my life. And each place has become a part of me somehow. It’s difficult to imagine my life of 32 years without my youth in the Seattle area, my volunteer work spent in Japan, my college days in Hawaii, and my graduate school and early career in New York. Now I’m in California. And after just buying a house, it’s safe to say that I will be here for a while. I doubt that this will be the last place I ever live, but this is home for now. When I leave, there will be parts of California that will never leave me, just as there are pieces of me from every other location I have ever lived. The culture, the beliefs, the people you interact with, they all come together to form you. As I now raise my children here in California on this, my fourth father’s day weekend as a father, I can only pray that the influences around me in my new home support me to be a better father.

Home Ownership 2.0

Am I crazy or opportunistic? I left one coast, where home ownership turned out to be an overall positive experience to move to the opposite coast and jump right into another home in arguably one of the most uncertain real estate and economic times of recent memory. But we need somewhere to live. And we liked the house, the price, the current interest rates and the area. So here we are, less than two weeks into California, taking the plunge again with home ownership. It’s an exciting, yet humbling thought. We hope that everything works out as well as it did in New York. We hope that we’re happy in the house for years to come. We hope we have as good of neighbors as we did in New York. We hope that this is the right choice. It feels right, and that has been enough in the past.