My California family are one of the best things to happen to me.
Some of my friends love drinking beer and lying on the beach. As for me, I sat at a computer, managing an office. Yeah that was the closest I got to the beach. At that time, their eyes always showed signs of worry. I never realized how or what they saw in me. My longtime friends helped me change.
I can see them now, leading a packing boy. He pushed a trolley laden with cases of beer and liquor back to their villa. They drank and sunbathed. I saw them sporting lobster tans in their swimsuits or bare-backed in bermuda shorts. Sometimes they ventured by or inside to buy ice. This was the life they left California to live, three weeks out of every year. They did this with style.
Some days they would call me and make small talk. Every year they brought wonderful gifts! They saved the best gift for last. It was an invitation to visit their home in California. I always said “someday.”
It’s hard to say no when the airfare, accommodations and tours are free. Travel airmiles, an extraordinary itinerary and their gracious hospitality made me say “Yes.” I spent nothing. My friends gave me no way out!
Since then I have grown up a whole lot. Hard work isn’t enough.
Memories can be stimulating as well as sobering. Some friendships are life changing. It’s interesting how others see us. Their words give great clues. Like a turtle we can haul ourselves back into our shells, or we can stick our necks out and follow their lead.
One thing is for sure, I don’t always get what I bargin for. This time I got a whole lot more!