When I left California seven years ago, I left behind the place of my birth, my entire immediate and extended family, and every friend I'd ever known. I sold our house, shut down our very successful business, and moved everything to Texas.
Yes, it took courage, but given the future my kids were facing in California, I did it without losing a minute of sleep. Anyone can leave the state if they've got a strong enough purpose to do so.
Born and raised SoCal native.
Married, had kid's..surfed, skied, fished and hunted there.
Got the heck out of there...
3 for me. It’s hard, but I don’t regret the choice!
Merry Christmas!
Now that's some "strong purpose."
Run away! Run away! Run away! Save yourself!!!
Coward. Just because you don't know how to defeat liberalism you leave. If you think Texas is a refuge, you've got a rude awakening coming. So now you advertise for agreement, hoping that numbers will make it feel better.
I've put twenty years into restoring my land as a precedent against the environmental juggernaut. I can't move it. What we have accomplished is so unique that professors of restoration ecology have driven 200 miles just to see it. The place is starting to get both academic and international attention. You think I'm going to leave now?
You don't know how to win the long war. You don't know how to sell conservatism to liberals. Instead, you wait for the knight on a white horse to save you and lo and behold: Arnold was the coward you deserved.
So you run.
And how do you like Texas?