Home?

Yesterday i got back from a mini road trip. First traveling down I5 to Coalinga, i know it may sound boring but when I have the windows rolled down rockin' out to Bon Jovi and the foothills are just starting to bloom the yellow flowers that i love and the sky is something out of a painting, i have no complaints. I joined my parents in a few deep conversations, nothing earth-shattering just small baby steps. Vada and I welcomed midnight on the couch watching A&E, i miss her so much! The next morning i drove to Fresno to see my college friends which was a long time in waiting. It was refreshing as always to remember the days of professor Vasquesz and Rawls, the slackers of FPU, and final projects that took away sleep from our lives. There was something different about these conversations, they were if i may say so, a step-up from the past. We talked about the future, careers, plans, passions, and real work. That's no to say that our conversations last year were not of substance but they were in the moment and dwelling about the project at hand, we hardly had talks about the future because we could hardly see past our next dead-line. One of the biggest rewards that i received from graduating was the mental change i went through. Things that were of absolutely no importance to me two years ago are now on my mind everyday and things that weighted me down are no longer issues at all. Somehow this all happened without my knowledge...but i wouldn't have it any other way. So as Laura, Ryan, and myself went from story to story and still never caught-up at the end of the night I found myself taken back remembering where i was, where i have been, where i am now, and most importantly where i am going. Of all the great events in my life the best window of time is remembering that I, a smart-mouth girl left lonely in the 'dale, was molded over a period of time into a woman who can accomplish anything i want and the only person who gave myself permission to do so....is/was myself.

The next morning i made my way back to Chico after a short trip to the Fresno Mall. This one hour trip reminded me why i will stay north of Sacramento. As amazing of a time that i had with my friends i would never move back to a place where you are in someone else's space as soon as you hit your sidewalk. I think i was stepped on, flipped off, brushed by, and hit on at least twice. Seriously, billions of people share this air, Fresno needs to stop thinking that the world owes them something.

So four hours later i arrive in what i may consider my new home. With what a typical Saturday night should be - dinner with a nice waitress, a few drinks at a bar where people know the words to 'The Devil went down to Georgia', and home by midnight to fall asleep with a cowboy hat on my bedpost.

It's nice to be home!