When you spend almost a decade somewhere, you get acclimated. Everything from the weather, culture, people and even accents become your new normal. They all become home. Though I grew up in NWI, California is what I consider home. It’s where I am comfortable. I know each road, freeway, restaurant, community and vibe. I knew which beach is for hiking, chilling or people watching. I knew what my weekends could consist of and that’s where I made all of my best friends for my adult life.
I had no idea what to expect with moving home. I wasn’t sure if it would be a struggle or if I would fit back into my mold of where I grew up. (I never fit into the mold of NWI when I lived here, so I am not sure where that logic was coming from). So here are some of the highs and lows of living back where I grew up!
Family. I love being able to see them everyday and every week. My nieces mean the world to me and finally having that solid relationship makes me feel so whole.
Prices. I can go out to eat with two others, pay for everything and it will be the equivalent of what just my meal cost in California. This goes for gas, goods, taxes, everything! To be making just about the same as I was in LA but having the cost of living so much lower is really helping me save.
Green. SO MUCH GREENERY! I am talking about the lack of drought guys, not the other green (because we know California has that on the midwest, haha), I love driving down the freeway and seeing trees. Rolling views of green lush trees and open skies.
Traffic. There is none. People try to tell me about Chicago traffic. No. Spend a week driving in LA and you will become a psychotic road rage filled nutcase. Yes, I have experienced Chicago traffic but it is usually around a rush hour. Avoid certain times if possible and it’s pretty golden. In LA, there is ONLY rush hour. It doesn’t matter if you leave for work at 6, 7, 9 or 11am.. you will be practically crawling. I remember leaving work at 9:30pm and still sit in a stretch of maybe 12 miles where I don't exceed 20mph.
Travel. This kind of ties in with traffic, but I love how far two hours can take you. I can drive two hours and be in Wisconsin. One hour takes me to Michigan. Seven hours and here I am Nashville. You can cover a lot of ground with the time you have. Sometimes two hours in SoCal takes you to work. Also, since California is so huge it takes about 4 hours (without traffic) to be in a different state.
Growth. The midwest as a whole has this booming growth happening right before our eyes. Everywhere from Kansas City to Detroit is on the rise with breweries, farmers markets, artist lofts/collectives and small businesses. It’s cheaper here so I see a lot of my generation buying up spaces and making awesome things happen! I see pieces of LA opening up all over and I love to see these changes emerge and just hope it keeps going!
WEATHER. This is my major setback being here. I. Hate. Winter. I know hate is a strong word and it’s meant with every ounce of me in this case. I don’t think humans should have to stay indoors for that long of a period. No, I don’t want to make a snowman. No, it isn’t pretty. White Christmas? White sand maybe. I just love my sunshine and the ability to be able to do whatever I want. I loved how it could be January and I could go skateboard or bike. October would approach and I am still swimming in the waves. I never had to wake up and check the weather. Always have a hoodie in your trunk and you’re set.
Beaches. Though I am so lucky to have access to beaches still (and to be honest, there are a few that replicate the ocean beautifully) it’s just not the same. I went from living one block from the water to having to drive 30min. I used to wake up, take my coffee to the sand to enjoy and think of all I could do that day. I used to love watching the surfers, cooling off in the ocean after leaving the gym and just hearing it roar at night. The beach is my stress relief.
Days off. Rolling off of the beach subject, days off here are monotonous. I used to wake up on my day off and have the sort of adventure people pay thousands for a vacation to do. I would see views in a day that most only see on desktop screen savers. I could bike 25 miles alone, and still feel safe and surrounded by my sleepy beach communities. I would pack a cooler and go sit in a secluded cove and rest/drink champagne, ON A MONDAY. I could go up to LA and see streets lined with palm tree’s and have the best lunch you could imagine. It’s just prime living there, it really doesn’t get any better.
Acceptance. I will keep this short to avoid drama, but people are just SO accepting there. You don’t have to worry about your views, religion, color or sexual preference. Everyone gets along there, we all blended together.
Safety/Standards. I have never felt so safe than in the last city I lived in, Huntington Beach. I walked to the gym alone. My friends and I could walk home from bars at night or hit up the beach after closing time. This goes for the majority of SoCal (especially the beaches). If I was on the freeway and needed gas, I could exit and get gas. I didn’t have to think about the neighborhood I was in. I could ride my bike for miles and not hit a section where I felt threatened. It might be the fact I was so used to the areas, but I always felt at ease. NWI is chalk full of areas I’d rather not be in. I often hear “I hate it here”. In California the majority of the people set out to move there. They're happy to be in pursuit of something and are paying a lot of money to exist there. It just exudes how blessed everyone feels to be there.
Smoking in bars. Self explanatory. C’mon Indiana, that’s so gross. You can’t buy alcohol on Sundays but people can fill a bar that serves food with a disgusting stench? No. haha
All in all, I have my good days and bad. I have days where I miss the beach so much it hurts. I have days where I am so happy to be here thriving. This is all part of the adventure and the uncomfortable parts are what I live for. I love throwing curveballs at myself and moving on and up.