Two enormous green eyes, shrouded in thick luxurious lashes, gazed out the cabin window of a westbound plane. The eyes belonged to that of Madison Griggs. At the time she was only thirteen years old, tall for her age and paler than most. The St. Louis native sat pondering the uncertainty of her future, feelings of fear and bitterness surfacing among her otherwise placid thoughts. Madison had built a life in the Midwest. She had attended kindergarten through six grade, developed close friendships, and grew to love the languid humid summers and harsh snowy winters that the Gateway City has to offer. But now, as she was about to enter her Freshman year of high school, perhaps the most crucial moment in her young life, she was abruptly and unwillingly being dragged across the country to California for her dad's new job. California, she mused silently. All she could think of were bronzed bodies, blonde hair, and the fact that her porcelain skin would be a dead giveaway that she was not a beach savvy local.
Upon recently discussing this challenging time during my sister's life, I was able to delve deeper into the thoughts and emotions that stirred behind her cold and stoic exterior. "You were right about the walls." Madison began. "I put up walls, and I put them up high so that no one could see me. I was bitter, and angry at my parents, at myself, at my life. All I wanted was to go back to my perfectly normal and happy life as a teenage girl in Missouri, but there was something else too. Something no one ever knew about. I wanted to fit in! I saw moving to California as a great adventure. No one at Wydown Middle School had even dreamed of going somewhere so..." Madison struggled for the right word. "Fabulous" She concluded, a light flickering in those brilliant green eyes. "But I kept that want hidden deep behind my walls. I desperately wanted to be a 'California Girl' but the teenage rebellion inside didn't want that for me."
The walls my sister put up proved to be detrimental to her less than budding social life on the coast. Those who did try to reach out to her were soon deterred by her lack of enthusiasm and general indifference towards life. “I’d remember girls I had met at school calling the house and asking for me” Recalls Madison. “I didn’t even want to come to the phone. Bothering with friendship meant effort and effort meant room for failure. In my mind, no one could be as fun as my friends back home. I quickly developed reasons for why everyone was unfit to be my friend.”
She walked the outdoor pathways of Dos Pueblos High School, pathways that would have been dingy hallways back in Missouri. She munched on her turkey sandwiches atop the dewy field known as the meadow with the rest of her lunch hour. And while she physically took part in these actions, her body acted alone, like a hallow tree trunk, moving and bending when necessary, though nothing substantial happening on the inside. The heart, mind, and light in her eyes were still back in the Midwest, still with the sleepovers and inside jokes of deep rooted friendships and familiarity. She was the ghost of the girl her parents knew before, the venom of bitterness becoming the only real sign of life within her.
Eventually our mother stepped in and insisted that Madison agree to participate in some social activities outside of school. Begrudgingly, she joined a club volleyball team and endured several shopping trips with a cheery, golden haired Cara Johnson. But her heart wasn't in either. And so, despite the efforts of kind strangers, sunshine, and glistening waters of the pacific Madison continued to hate the state of California. Or at least that's what the walls she built bellowed loudly to all who passed. She took to journaling and story writing as a means to pass the time and channel her angst. She also watched the lives of her Missouri friends move on without her, thanks to the phenomenon of social networking. Time passed slowly. It had been two years. Hopelessness began to sink in.
But fate had other plans for Madison Griggs. One spring day, our father decided to move the family to Alabama, where the majority of our relatives live. "It's time to circle the wagons" He said firmly. And there she was again, being stripped from familiarity and moved across the country, this time to the land of southern drawls and fried food. "I remember feeling quite indifferent about the move, like most things at the time, I just didn't care. It didn't feel like I'd be losing anything." She stated grimly. "Eventually the teenage rebellion, with its high hedges and cold wrought iron gates, won. After two years of a pathetic life I discovered I was moving far away from the land of Barbie doll girls and salty haired guys. I was moving to Alabama. I have to admit, I secretly related my life to that of Miley Cyrus/Hannah Montana's. You know, moving from a small yet glamorous beach town back to your "roots" in the good 'ol south." She jested with a smirk. "The only difference (besides the obvious difference in talent and my lack of an alter ego) was that I hated Santa Barbara. But over the Summer in Alabama, after day in and day out of watching The Nanny and sleeping until 2:00 PM only to fall back asleep after consuming the most calories possible in one sitting, my view on things shifted a little. I missed Santa Barbara. I missed the beach and the shopping and the sunshine and, yes, I even missed the salty haired guys. A lot. Madison admitted with a laugh. "I began to realize what a great opportunity I missed at having the life most girls dreamed about. During that summer in Alabama, my walls retreated and the gates swung open; all that was left was me and my desire to be the California Girl I was so scared of. "Madison revealed. I could see the burden lifting from her as she finished the last of her testimony.
It took being dragged away from a place most people deem paradise to realize what a blessing it was to live there. Madison moved to Alabama and made a point to make friends and engage in her new social surroundings. She became quite happy and thought less and less of her life back in the Midwest, although the town of Santa Barbra lingered in her mind. Once again, fate had other plans for the now fifteen year old beauty. A close family friend from California contacted my father, asking him to take part in a once in a life time opportunity. The man informed our family that one morning, while in deep prayer over who should replace the president of his company, my father's name came to mind. Several phone calls, a bullet flight to Santa Barbara, and one interview later and my family was moving back to the land of surf, sand, and sun. Madison was elated to have a second chance at life as a California. The quote "You don't know what you've got until it's gone" seems most fitting for this tale. I'm thankful that my sister was given a second chance to appreciate the beauty of a California town. Completely reacquainted with west coast life and invested in several meaningful friends