Well, the trip home went very well. I have to admit, it was a bit of a relief to see some traffic and people when I left Burbank airport and headed for my sister’s. I also enjoyed the feeling of home seeing familiar storefronts, street signs, stoplights, etc. It was great to relax and know what to anticipate on the road. But, by day 4 the traffic was wearing and I realized how accustomed I’ve become to getting around without it.
Had a great visit with my sister. It was the first time in a long time we spent the whole day together and it was pleasant. Visited an old family friend, 79-year-old woman who used to clean for us and still is sharp as a tack! It was fun to reminisce about our family and childhood.
Dinner with friends, spa visit, movie, bike ride, beach, I covered it all! It felt strange to live out of a suitcase in a place that was always home. I realize I don’t quit fit in there like I did for most of my life. I also don’t quite fit in here, so I guess I don’t have a real sense of place right now. It’s lonely and a bit sad. But I do feel rejuvenated being in the sun, enjoying good friends and feeling more like myself. I hope and pray I find that again wherever I go.
Coming home was good. I was away 10 days, a bit too long for my youngest son who was on his own for a couple of days. I’m trying to live in the moment here and incorporate my L.A. self. I know I’m a So.Cal. girl at heart!
Have you had a chance to go home again? What was it like? What is your concept of home? Tell me your story in 10 minutes.