Fitting in

Date November 11, 2010

There are days when I am so homesick for California I feel as though I will snap in two from the force of emotions.  I’m not so sure it’s the people I miss (though I do miss my brother and his family, and my Robin “PHO!”) as much as it is the familiararity.  The feeling of acceptance.  A comfort zone, if you will.

The south, at least where I reside, is a hard nut to crack.  We live in a Naval town and also a place where people have lived their whole lives.  They develop social circles where you dare not attempt to cross the line or you will face contempt which knows no bounds.  Bless their hearts.

We have Military vs. Non-Military, Black’s vs Whites, Baptists vs any other religion (does your Bible thump?), and many women who do work  outside the home are constantly slammed up against the Good Ole Boy network and sent scurrying on our way, wiping our hands on our aprons as we go, as if we should know and agree with “our place.”

Despite all of that, I (actually my whole family) really love living here.  We’ve managed to carve a little niche out and the girls have made plenty of friends.  I guess it’s much easier when you are young because your friends have no preconceived notions about how things should be.

Most days, things don’t bother me.  I can let them slide off of my back much like the jello slides off of my spoon and on to my shirt.  Some days, I can’t ignore it. 

Some days I have to fight it.

Like today.

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5 Responses to “Fitting in”

  1. craziequeen said:

    oh honey, you know I understand things like this creeping up and making you so mad – or desperate…….
    Just keep on keeping on and one day the sun will break through the clouds…….

    We have to fight, lovey – sometimes it’s all we have…..


  2. cricket said:

    It hurts me to see someone else hurt, even though I am hurting at the same time. We just have to have faith that we are not handed more than we can handle. You are loved by more peeps than you know. Hang in there, I’m (trying) to hang in there…… (((((hugs)))))

  3. scrapinbuddy said:

    I also miss the place I call “home” although I only lived there for a short time. It seems the older we get, the less time we have for “the little things in life”. Hurry here, rushing to there, gotta do this, and get that done.

    One thing I know for certain!! God has placed us in this place for reason. We may possibly never know what it is – but He does!

    Faith ? Hope ? Love?

  4. Carmi said:

    Powerful sentiments, Laura, and I completely feel where you’re coming from. When we moved here from our lifelong hometown, we felt like outsiders for the longest time. This can be a very cliquey town, where breaking into the long-held circles of friends can be difficult to impossible. We were miserable for longer than I’d care to admit, but eventually we cracked into a few circles.

    This place is now home, and we feel comfortable here. But not a day goes by that I don’t wonder if it wouldn’t be easier to get in the car and take a one-way trip back to where we grew up. I wish the answers could be just that easy. For all of us.

  5. Brandy said:

    I stumbled across your blog from a Georgia blog role. I moved from Mississippi (smaller town) to Ga. when I was a young girl. I do want to encourage you as I know that the smaller the towns, the harder it is to find your place.

    There is a lot of this vs. that going on, but at the heart of it people are just trying to preserve old fashioned values. Unfortunately we can’t always accurately portray this motive. A cousin of mine moved from Atlanta to California and noticed that the biggest problem was the stigma attached to California for most of us southerners. It isn’t that we don’t want to let new people in, but some fear that everyone from California is like the stars in Hollywood. A stigma, like I said. A poorly informed stigma, but one that exists.

    The bottom line is that we should all look past our preconceived notions and embrace meeting new people, just like our children. I hope that things continue to improve for you. I am in Georgia too and am always glad to meet new people!

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