The Journey of the Unknown

August 10, 2004

CrossroadsFlash­back to two years ago, when my wife and I decided to move from Cal­i­for­nia to New York. It was a gutsy deci­sion on my part, to leave my fam­ily and friends behind — but, not for­ever — and start a new life in an unknown place. To this day I’m still amazed I went through it all.

The move was an inter­est­ing jour­ney of not only start­ing anew, but find­ing myself. On the cross coun­try trip of 2,000 miles, I trav­eled with my then soon-to-be father-in-law, girl­friend and com­puter. We were a mot­ley crew, dis­cussing every­thing from movies to life, trav­el­ing some­times at breakneak speeds to reach our des­ti­na­tion sooner than later. We stayed in Mer­riot hotels, woke up when the sun would rise and com­plete our day’s jour­ney when it fell.

Along the way I learned new things, looked out the win­dow and mostly stared into the dis­tance think­ing about my fam­ily. Won­der­ing why I left behind some­thing so con­crete for some­thing unknown.

We all reach cross­roads in our life, some­times peo­ple even refer to it as a fork in the road. When­ever that anal­ogy is used, how­ever, I always envi­sion a fork, 40-feet high, stuck in the mid­dle of a dusty road. When we, as human beings, stop before this fork in the road, we under­stand that typ­i­cally there is no going back. There isn’t a rewind, fast-forward or pause but­ton in life. Once we make a deci­sion it effects fur­ther cross­roads in our lives, changes that we aren’t always will­ing to accept but know deep down it will be for the bet­ter­ment of not only your­self, but those who sur­round you. 

5 comments

It truly is amaz­ing how life plays out, isn’t it? I like to think about the choices I’ve made and how they have put me where I am today, and where I could have been had I not made those very choices. For exam­ple: Had I not got­ten a job at Wal-Mart when I was 19, I would have not met this girl, I would have not moved to Mis­sis­sippi with her to go to school, then I would have not ended up in Arkansas for grad school, then said girl and I wouldn’t have split up, then I wouldn’t have found a new group of friends, then I wouldn’t have ever met my fiancée, then I wouldn’t have her and her awe­some son in my life, and then we wouldn’t be get­ting mar­ried in a few weeks. Whew, that was alot (like 13 years con­densed), but see what I mean? So thanks old crazy ex-girlfriend, for mak­ing our rela­tion­ship turn sour so I could find the great woman I have now. When you look back, even the bad things and times in your life can even­tu­ally spawn some­thing great.

by Chad on August 10, 2004 at 10:10 am. Reply #

Chad: You’re absolutely cor­rect — It is amaz­ing how life plays out. Even if at that par­tic­u­lar moment we might not even be pay­ing atten­tion to the changes that occur. I liken it to a rip­ple effect, throw­ing a stone into a pool of water or toss­ing soap into a dish filled with water and specks of pepper.

Thanks for sharing.

by kartooner on August 10, 2004 at 11:09 am. Reply #

Another thing entirely, which I have been con­tem­plat­ing lately, are the choices that we make; or rather: that are made for us, with­out us know­ing it much later.

As Chad men­tioned, the small­est thing can have the great­est effect later in life, and I can see now that look­ing back over my life, me being where I am, isn’t so much a result of my choices, but per­haps more a result of the path that I some­how made my way down, with­out pay­ing atten­tion to it.

by Michael on August 10, 2004 at 11:17 am. Reply #

Michael: Well put and as you can see, this arti­cle is the result of my think­ing about what­ever path I took. Due to the choices I made I know am blessed with rais­ing my 7-month old daugh­ter and shar­ing this expe­ri­ence with my wife.

Also, as you men­tioned, the small­est things impact your life later on. You just don’t know it at that par­tic­u­lar point in time.

by kartooner on August 10, 2004 at 11:25 am. Reply #

I’m proud of you Erik, there isn’t a day I don’t miss you sev­eral times a day, but Nor­we­gian par­ents let their chil­dren grow…and us ‘go’. I must admit I cried hard when you left, but down deep I knew your new adven­ture was good for you, which any lov­ing par­ent only hopes that his child’s chal­lenges / adven­tures will be happy ones.

I’d say ‘your fork’ in the road has turned out very well…you now have a lov­ing wife and beau­ti­ful lit­tle girl (Zoe) and a good job. You keep tak­ing those chal­lenges and forks in the road, God love you and so do we.

Love,
Dad

by Dad on August 11, 2004 at 12:25 am. Reply #

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