Neil and I spent five glorious days in California. We saw so many friends, visited favorite haunts, ate at familiar places, shopped at stores we knew and understood. It was nonstop action! Almost every minute was spent storing up as much California as we could squeeze in. It was great. Like taking deep lungfuls of clean, fresh, familiar air. Is the air dry? Isn’t that great?! Is it cold? Isn’t that amazing?! Sweaters, sweatshirts, jeans, scarves…
And then it came time to come home. And it was home. HOME. Stepping off that plane, cruising through customs with our recently acquired resident cards, and knowing Dean and Jack were waiting for us.
Yeah, the humidity was still here. Yes, it rained on the way home. No, we couldn’t understand the DJ speaking rapid-fire Spanish on the radio.
But it’s home. Maybe not our permanent home, but it is home.