It is Easter Sunday. Or Resurrection Day, as it is called by those who want to focus on remembering Jesus Christ’s resurrection instead of the pagan origins of the name Easter and the rabbit and egg traditions. It is also the first day of April. This is the first time in my lifetime that Easter has fallen on April 1 (the last time was 1956), and it couldn’t have worked out more perfectly. Both the pagan and Christian traditions of Easter are connected to the concept of rebirth and new life, and I definitely need a new life and a new month after the terrible March I had.
As I posted two weeks ago, it hasn’t been all bad. But some things continued to go downhill after that post. I feel emotionally drained and beat up after this last month, and something that has been happening here that has made national news (which I’d rather not discuss right now) has gotten me regretting my decision twelve years ago not to leave California. I was so mad a few days ago that I even changed all the graphics for this blog for the first time ever, changing the icon and logo from a California highway route sign to a generic US highway route sign, and changing the cover photo on the Facebook page from the Bear Flag to the Stars and Stripes flag. I don’t know if I want to be Californian anymore.
I wrote in the early days of this blog about my mixed feelings about California, and how I feel like California is home, and California is in my blood, despite not fitting in with California culture. I’m too conservative for the dominant culture in California, and the state government continues to find ways to express their open hostility and contempt for conservatives and libertarians. And whenever I share these feelings, my friends who once lived in California but do not anymore always tell me about how glad they are that they moved.
So what is stopping me? A lot. I actually do like my job, and teachers are not paid well in the more conservative states, from what I know. I have this house that I am responsible for. And I am not convinced that I really would be better off anywhere else. I fear that in the more conservative parts of the country, I would be out of place for not owning a gun, not knowing how to work on cars, and not being a fisherman. It would be hard to make social connections in a more rural area without having a family of my own. And while I am definitely not a liberal Democrat, I am not particularly a fan of President Trump either.
So is it time to leave California? Would I be better off somewhere else? I don’t know. I just don’t know.