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
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.