I didn’t always like the rain.
I used to love the sun.
The sun was one of the biggest reasons I ended up at Sonoma State instead of Humboldt, my eventual top two schools.
I checked out many Campuses: UC Irvine for criminology, UCLA for film. Considered a hundred other schools.
I wasn’t even sure I wanted to go to college, so I started at a JC first: Shasta College, because I made a deal with my parents that I would go – somewhere, anywhere.
I ended up loving Shasta so much that I would have stayed if it had been a four-year school.
Sometimes things change.
I didn’t always like meat – at least red meat. Or purple. Or hiking. Or rollercoasters.
I used to like DC Talk and Savage Garden.
I used to like Saved by the Bell.* (Okay, I still do.)
I still don’t like lasagna. Or chocolate.
After Shasta, I tried out Simpson, because it was a four-year school in Redding. Simpson was clearly not the right place for me. Or I wasn’t the right person for it. I left after two days, took the rest of the semester off and transferred to Sonoma.
I love the rain now.
Maybe because it is so rare in Fresno. If I lived in Humboldt, maybe I would hate it and wouldn’t appreciate it.
But now I enjoy it. A lot.
Jeff and I met at Sonoma. He wasn’t at Humboldt. Or Simpson. Or UCLA. Or Irvine.
I don’t think it was a coincidence.
*Saved by the Bell ©1989-1993