Home Again…

This has been a busy year.  We usually do not travel much, the occasional trip to see Little Man (which is never often enough) and an occasional weekend away.

Although this year is almost over, I still feel like it is March.  The time has flown by that quickly.

The summer we spent in my hometown where I grew up as a child.  The past three weeks I was in my hometown where I grew up as an adult.

I wasn’t certain how I would respond to heading back to San Diego.  I know there are certain things I really miss and think about.  My oldest daughter, our close friends, the mountains and good Mexican food.  Always in that order, unless I am really hungry for a good shredded beef enchilada, then the mountains come in last place.

I haven’t really spent time in San Diego since we moved five years ago.  I had a long weekend a couple of years ago, but it was a whirlwind trip in and back out again.

This time, I had three weeks.  Three weeks to drive around, see the sights, see friends, eat, and eat some more.

The first few days I adapted to the change of time.  The time change always hits me harder when I go from the east to the west.  This time was no exception.  I was awake at odd times and sleepy at 7 p.m..  Fortunately, I can eat at any time day or night..

The rest of the time was spent helping out my daughter and enjoying myself.

What I realized when I flew out-of-town was this, I may not have considered San Diego as my ‘home’, but it is a vital part of who I am.  It has shaped me in many ways.  It has made me see things in a different light than if I had stayed in one place my whole life.

It is true that I grew up as a child in northwestern Pennsylvania, but I ‘grew up’ as an adult in San Diego.  I became the woman I am today because of my life there.  This time, when I left San Diego, I left a part of my heart there, and I took a part of southern California with me, and I think that is how it is supposed to be.

Thanks for stopping by,  DAF

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