Finally home

7.12.25

It wasn't an extraordinary day. Last Saturday, on an afternoon that was feeling unseasonably not hot for early July in Houston, my son and I were driving to the airport on the north side of town. My sister was traveling for a short visit with her two kids, and we were ready for a few days filled with poolside laughs, hours at the arcade, and a chance to catch up with one another after so many busy years of raising kids separated by so many states.

I say it wasn't an extraordinary day because so many had started like this one - sleep in a bit on the weekend, make a quick and easy breakfast, tidy up, and start the day's activities. But going for an hour's drive to pick up my sister gave me the time to reflect a bit on the more than twenty years of living away from my family and my childhood home. 

I think I hold a special place for California because we really did spend many of our years in Northern California and the Central Coast, and my mom's family was from the greater Los Angeles area, many of them still living there today.