So, 4 months is quite a long time to be away so let’s catch up shall we?
Well, last summer my family moved to Oregon from Southern California and we currently live in a suburb outside of Portland. We’ve explored all our new area has to offer and having rain during the winter with some nights hitting lows of 29 degrees has definitely been interesting!
I have loved having Powell’s Bookstore within driving distance. I have loved the good food Portland has to offer. I have loved my library and my daughter and I are there all the time checking out books and movies
I get why people love Fred Meyer’s. I get why people love the beautiful green trees and fresh air. I get why people absolutely fall in love with Oregon. I really, really do.
(You knew one was coming, didn’t you?)
Life is full of decisions you make at any given time. You make decisions all day long. What you are going to eat for breakfast, are you going to work out today, should you get the oil changed today or tomorrow, and on and on. Pretty mundane in the decision-making department, right?
But then there are the life-changing decisions that you make, that you feel are the best for that particular moment in time. Whether you quit a job, or say yes to an engagement or decide to go back to school and get that degree you’ve always wanted. Moving, whether it is to a new city, state, or country, ranks right up there with the whole altering life kind of thing.
Needless to say, after long consideration my husband and I decided that Oregon is not the best choice for us after all. My family and I are going to be moving back to Southern California.
Yes, I am going back to Cali, Cali, Cali…
Oregon is an amazing place and I have nothing negative to say about it all. It is a great place to live and raise a family.
But it just never felt right…
For our family, we need to go back to our roots and those roots are back in California. We miss our extended family and our friends. We miss having a support system. We thought those things would be things that we could just work through but it was becoming apparent that that just wasn’t the case.
Also, for reasons I am unable to disclose, there have been some personal issues for our family that were magnified here and it is best for us to go back to our home.
Our real home. Under the California sun.
Our decision to move to Oregon was made with the best intentions. We felt a calling to come here and plant roots here. We felt a calling to put down our stakes and make a new life here amongst the tall and beautiful trees.
But sometimes that whisper you hear, or that knot that starts forming in your stomach, simply cannot be ignored. And part of the hesitation in admitting that a decision is not working out, is that one does not like to feel like they made a mistake.
And that’s okay. Because I don’t see our move to Oregon as a mistake. I see it as a stepping stone onto something bigger and better.
In fact, ever since we came to the conclusion that going back to SoCal was in our best interest, it really and truly feels like a weight has been lifted off of us.
As for specifics on our move back to California, I don’t have a date yet. We are planning to move in the next few months, but we have some things to take care of here before we hit the road.
Sometimes you have to go through it to get to it, if you know what I mean. But that’s okay.
I am so happy to be going back to my home. My real home.