Missing home

Just one of those weeks, where I miss everything about the west coast, and everything around me reminds me of it.

I miss tri-tip sandwiches (and overall west coast cooking and food).

I miss the mountains and the snow being close by.

I miss having friends that are within driving distance (even a long driving distance).

I think it all hit home yesterday because I got word of a date for a wedding I feel obligated (and exuberant) about attending in San Luis Obispo; My parents are packing up the uhaul to move my dad to Kansas... and then my mom will begin trying to sell the house... the house they have been in for 17 years now... I knew it would happen eventually, and thank goodness he found work, but the idea of this being the last box of lemons we will receive from their sunny souther california backyard, hit hard yesterday.

I am excited about them being closer for holidays, and us having the space for them to come visit. But my soul hurts for some west coast time,

I miss the coffee, I miss the beer, I miss the water (yes the water).

I know its life, people move, things change, I will find friends, I will find some good food (although their BBQ is weird down here).

But I long for the west coast, as expensive as it is, as difficult as it can be to get there, I miss it.