Sigh… when my husband prevailed on me to leave my home state California for his home state of Texas, I went but not happily and oh I hated Texas. Fast forward, have spent the best years of my life (outside of my childhood) here, but so often homesick for what I have come to accept was a time and place that is dead, buried beneath the tra…
Sigh… when my husband prevailed on me to leave my home state California for his home state of Texas, I went but not happily and oh I hated Texas. Fast forward, have spent the best years of my life (outside of my childhood) here, but so often homesick for what I have come to accept was a time and place that is dead, buried beneath the trampling feet of the oppressed leaving, and the third world ‘immigrants’ taking their place. I graduated high school in 1973 at a time when California had the best science campuses in the country, the state had surpluses, and there was still a feel of that the dust of the old ranchero days was filtering in the golden sunlight. Can anything new be built in the current environment? Maybe not in the traditional sense, but a parallel society as evidenced by the young people standing up that you cite
The last two plus years have caused me to go through a mourning process as well. For over twenty years we traveled to various countries on mission trips. We spent three months in Ghana, managing a missionary guesthouse, and made many trips to Central America. Romania was my first destination out of the country. We met so many wonderful people and are still in touch with some. Required covid vaccinations for travel ended that. Even though things are (temporarily, I believe) somewhat better now, I don't think I will ever leave this country again. One day I decided to be happy that I met all these people and traveled to all these places, instead of sad because it is over. Now I can think back on those times with joy, as you do your childhood in California. Take care.
Sigh… when my husband prevailed on me to leave my home state California for his home state of Texas, I went but not happily and oh I hated Texas. Fast forward, have spent the best years of my life (outside of my childhood) here, but so often homesick for what I have come to accept was a time and place that is dead, buried beneath the trampling feet of the oppressed leaving, and the third world ‘immigrants’ taking their place. I graduated high school in 1973 at a time when California had the best science campuses in the country, the state had surpluses, and there was still a feel of that the dust of the old ranchero days was filtering in the golden sunlight. Can anything new be built in the current environment? Maybe not in the traditional sense, but a parallel society as evidenced by the young people standing up that you cite
California needs a Moses and 40 years wandering in the desert until the old, corrupted generation dies off and a new generation can take its place.
The last two plus years have caused me to go through a mourning process as well. For over twenty years we traveled to various countries on mission trips. We spent three months in Ghana, managing a missionary guesthouse, and made many trips to Central America. Romania was my first destination out of the country. We met so many wonderful people and are still in touch with some. Required covid vaccinations for travel ended that. Even though things are (temporarily, I believe) somewhat better now, I don't think I will ever leave this country again. One day I decided to be happy that I met all these people and traveled to all these places, instead of sad because it is over. Now I can think back on those times with joy, as you do your childhood in California. Take care.