I've spent the past week telling the story of my big move from Oklahoma to Los Angeles. Before I bring this anniversary week to a close, I wanted to hear from the two women I talked to the most during this time.
Her perspective on my decision to head west, and the year that followed:
This is my recollection of the earliest part of Laura’s L.A. Adventure.
To help me think through those early months, I went to my email archives. What a mistake! Two hours later I realized I had to close it down or I’d never get this written. But I did find a few little gems. My favorite was from Laura's sister Dawn:
Would you be available to help Patrick watch the girls next weekend?
I'd be happy to. I'll probably be crying all weekend because Laura has headed to L.A. to seek her fame and fortune, but I don't have any other plans.
And I was reminded of the day she left. I was standing in the driveway with her Dad, watching our kids pull out of the driveway for the long drive to L.A. We looked at one another and both had tears in our eyes and just hugged for a long time, wondering what adventures were in store for our little Okie girl, and whether she’d find a home 2000 miles away and never come back.
Sometime late in 2000, our little Laura announced she would not be taking her letters diploma to graduate school, as I had expected and as all other letters/classics majors do, but would be moving to California to work in the entertainment industry. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but it sounded like a great adventure to me, and I was somewhat jealous! (And that’s my response to those who hint that we weren’t “supportive” at the time.)
After graduation and after a breakup with her most recent boyfriend (and let me add a note here – I had no idea how devastating this was for her until much later – she had ALWAYS had a boyfriend and had never grieved much between them), she finalized her plans. Her friends were surprised at her determination to go forward after her various fellow travelers backed out, but it never occurred to me that she would change her own plans for her life just because someone else got cold feet. And if she ever wavered, I didn’t know it.
So she sold her nice car, bought a junker car, and had enough money left over to finance her grand adventure.