Homesick

Living in California has really been a dream come true. I have become a hiker, a surfer, a 29 year old, a planner, a beach volleyball player, a paddleboarder, a party thrower and countless other things. California has given me sunshine, new friends, old friends, more family time (with Oscar!), more knowledge, more confidence – the list goes on. However, there are times when suddenly I am struck by homesickness. I am not just sick for my house that I grew up in – though that place is my paradise – but I am sick for:

Visiting my Suzie

Laughing with my cousins

Seeing my dad pull in the driveway

Kissing Kendall

Laying in bed with my Mom

Looking through my old room

Being at either of my grandma’s houses

Watching the lake change everyday

Walking down the street to the Zychowski’s.

The sound of the train passing when I am sleeping

There are so many other small things I miss tonight. So, yes, Los Angeles has been awesome. It has given me and Albert so many wonderful pieces of ourselves that we will have forever. However sometimes there are so many people that I miss at one time that I feel like I am drowning. Dorothy was right. There IS no place like home.