Today is my California-versary again. I arrived here for the first time on September 9, 2001.
I’ve written about how I ended up in the US before (you can read about it here) and I still have days where I have to pinch myself to believe that I made that leap and that I am living my life abroad.
I don’t really have new wisdom to share today, just felt like marking the passage of time.
On this day, I always remember and think back to that day that literally changed my life; to the moment when the Supershuttle Van, that had picked me up at SFO, dropped me off late at night in front of a dark, empty apartment in Davis where I had to wait for the girl who would meet me with the key to the apartment that I was subletting with another (exchange) student for the next few months. I was terrified.
If someone had offered me a seat on a plane back to Germany, I probably would have taken it. I am glad that this wasn’t an option. This is the reason why I am still here.
Moving away and putting an ocean between myself and the people I love has probably been the hardest thing I have done. I didn’t know it at the time but it becomes more apparent with each passing year. But I don’t regret it. There was so much growth that needed to happen. And California is my home. My other home. That doesn’t mean that I sometimes wonder what my life would have been like if I had stayed in Germany.
Do you sometimes contemplate the ‘what-ifs’?