I started this blog when I moved to California in 2006 as a way to keep my friends and family back East updated with my life, but of course I needed a blog name. My So Called Life was a bit too reminiscent of an old TV Show. My Life seemed a bit…soap-opera-ish. In fact, most names I thought of were…uninspiring.
Then I thought back to my first trip out here to Santa Barbara to search for a place to live. I stayed in the youth hostel right by the train station for about 5 days. Of course, shenanigans ensued, being surrounded by young travelers out for a good time.
However, I met J. on that trip. He had been traveling through India, and was working his way back home to England. I remember the first night he arrived. One of the hostelers was this young 20-something boy, and of course, he got his guitar out and played while everyone gathered around. I can't remember if we had a bonfire or not, but it seems that it would have been appropriate. J., the newcomer, stood there, a bit to the side, smoking his hand-rolled cigarette. He caught me looking at him, and he gave me this amused grin, like, "Can you believe this crap?"
And just like that, our friendship began. The next day, we took off on foot and explored Santa Barbara. Turns out his birthday was a day after mine, so I would joke with him about having Johnny Depp's birthday, as well as the fact that I was a whole day older, so obviously much more experienced, "listen to what I'm saying here, J. I mean, I am a day older, I know these things."
We went to the museum, which was free on Sundays. He joked about smuggling a Monet out of there, "Do you think they'd notice if I just took it home with me? Put it right under my arm and walked out?"
Then we headed down to the beach for a bit. We walked and talked and skipped stones, and walked and talked. I can't even remember what it was we talked about now, life and work and ideas, I suppose. It was just one of those things where you talk about anything and it just flows.
He left the next day. I took him to the bus station as he went on his journey. I only had a day or two left myself, a good thing because it just wasn't as much fun without him around.
I named this blog after the day we spent, skipping stones into the ocean in Santa Barbara, talking about life and whatnot. I came up skipping stones for the url, but titled the blog La Vida Claudia for many years, as it was about my life. I've just now changed to Claudia's Skipping Stones, matching the original url.
Years later, after I'd moved back to Florida, I found out he had died from brain cancer. Turns out he had been in remission when he and I met. A few years later, it came back and that was it, nothing to be done. He was gone. I am happy to have met him, to have had him become part of my life, for even a brief few days. Some people you meet leave a lasting impression, their ripples continue even after they are gone.