"Mobility is perhaps the most important aspect of federalism. If the individual concludes he is hopelessly bound by what he considers to be a harmful decision by state or local authorities, he may, in the end, choose to live elsewhere--where the economic, cultural, or social conditions are more to his liking. Indeed, throughout American history, individuals of all races, ages, and income levels have moved from one state to another, either because they are escaping adverse conditions, or simply because they are seeking greener pastures."
Mark R. Levin - Liberty and Tyranny: A Conservative Manifesto, pg. 52
Sept. 17, 2012, Santa Ana, California:
In the late 1940’s my teenage mother-to-be, her half-sister and brother-in-law, and in coming years, her younger brothers, and mother, all left Owensboro, Kentucky for the greener pastures of California, where they worked as migrant workers, in California, Oregon, and Washington, before eventually settling down in the Inland empire of Southern California.
All they had for the journey were a car, clothes and a small amount of money
The brothers entered the military, mom became a waitress, and later, a Den Mother at Pitzer College, and the brother-in-law got a job as a grounds man at Claremont-Mudd College, both in Claremont, Ca...
My father-to-be fled the communism of Yugoslavia for the freedom of America, with little beyond the clothes on his back, and a few cherished photos, sponsored to go from an Italian refugee camp in Italy to a farm in New York, in 1951, ending up at a Mexican Migrant camp, in the Inland empire, from which he went on to wash dishes in a local hotel, before landing a job as a grounds man at Pomona College, in Claremont, Ca., in 1953.
California was good to them all, in different ways, trough good times and bad.
The brothers went on to productive lives in CA, and other states.
Now, it’s my turn to leave a state that no longer offers anything to me, and head to what I believe to be the greener, though warmer, even on occasion wetter, pastures, of Houston, Texas, with my book collection, clothes, a computer, a bicycle, 2 cats and a small amount of other items, as well as a limited amount of funds, unemployment through December and a decent IRA that I don’t plan on touching.
As I sit here in a nearly empty apartment, 2 days from departure, I have faith that this is the right move for me at this time in my life, and trust in God to show me the way to a bright, productive future.
Sept. 18, 2012, Santa Ana, California:
Today was the day when the reality of the finality of my life in California set in. My sister Violeta, 5 yrs. Younger than I, came with a truck to help me take all my stuff and put it in a relocube so ABF can transport it to Texas.
After our first trip we went to Katella Grill for lunch, then spent the afternoon making trips and figuring out how best to stack everything in the relocube.
In the end, aside from the cat furniture the only furniture I took with me were 2 folding tables and 2 folding chairs.
The bed, bed frame, and my desk chair, as well as a large 5-level metal shelf had to be left behind. My sister took the chair and shelf to use as she saw fit.
I learned that my sister DOES read and like my various blogs and she says her and her husband plan on visiting me, in Houston, maybe even at Christmas.
I would like that.
We hugged, wished each other well, and said our good-byes….No tears, just heartfelt words of care and love between family.
As I sit here on the mattress, which I will sleep on one more time before tossing it in the dumpster in the morning, I am ready to turn my attention to the future, as I attend to last minute packing and trash tossing tonight and tomorrow.
Sept. 19, 2012, Santa Ana, CA:
I began my final day in the state of my birth with a surprise visit to my other sister, 8 years younger, who I had not seen in months.
I knocked on her door and when it opened I smiled, and asked “can a man get a hug from his sister?”
The look of surprise on her face changed to a smile as she came forward to oblige…
Then I almost killed my baby sister by giving her a hearty slap on the back!
The poor woman has shoulder, hip and back issues, in need of surgery, after a long, proud, career in the Sheriff’s Dept.
We laughed and I came inside for a nice hour or so visit.
Far less nervous than Violeta over my move, she told me she had told her that she felt this was a good move for me, so stop worrying.
We said our good-byes, and I headed home to prepare for the journey ahead.
NOTE: Posted from a computer in the “Internet Café” of my new Apartment complex home, on Oct. 5, 2012, at 130pm.
10/12/12 -- Updated with Photos, at last!