Three years in waiting and I’ve finally managed to return home. Unexpected, last-minute, and hectic, but welcomed all the same. Hopping in a semi-truck the tiny adventure began. I’ve missed the ocean, the forest, and winding roads – the water front breakfasts, barking sea lions, and familiar smell of fish? For the first time in many many months I had the chance to neglect a little work, although I packed it with the intention of keeping up. There is no guilt for this, as I very much enjoyed my grandparents, old friends, alone time, and the 20 pound chihuahua, Spike – my loved obese buddy. Less than 24 hours left in this tiny town, and there are still some things I haven’t had a chance to pack into my limited schedule. Let’s hope for sunshine tomorrow as I brave the nippy weather for a run with kiddies through goeducks [goo-ee-duhk] and go kiss the ground at my beloved speedway.
Here’s to the place you loath to live in, miss when you leave, and take awe in when you return.
Until next time ❤