As I have mentioned in my last blog I am originally from California. Seeing as I have absolutely nothing else to blog about, I figured I would conclude this project with a reflection of my past.
So, I lived in the great state of California the majority of my life. My family and I moved to Cary, North Carolina four years ago right before the start of my junior year in high school. I am from a small town by the name of Rancho Cucamonga. My grandparents on my mother’s side also live in the same town. They moved to Georgia four months before our move to North Carolina. In fact, they inhabitated the same house up until the move. The house was as old as I was. For sixteen long years they lived on the corner of Cabernet Place. So many memories encompass that house and I miss a lot.
What I miss most about my home state are the people. It was a major culture shock coming from the west coast to what I consider to be the south. The people in California are so diverse and unashamed to be different. I miss that so much. It was a beautiful blend of all the races; the embodiment of a melting pot.
When I first moved here, I felt like an outsider to the rest of the world. Perhaps because we moved to a small place like Cary. Everyone knew I was the new girl, none of the girls spoke to me those first days, and I was receiving looks like I was from a different planet, or so it felt like to me.
I couldn’t believe how homesick I was. The dialect was different; the style of dress, the way people thought and how they acted, was all new to me. I have never met so many people who resented someone who was different. In California it was the exact opposite.
I also miss all the sunny days with perfect 75 degree weather. The beaches are different, the mountains look different. But of course most of all I miss the people. It has been for years and I have yet to return for a visit. I hope someday I will be able to.
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