I remember when the smell of fresh cut grass reminded me of home. When the sound of baseball cleats on cement was the sound of my summer, and waking up in the morning to remove the box fans from the windows and close up the house for the day was the usual.
I spent my formative year in the small town of Dublin, CA. My parents relocated almost 5 years ago. Since their move I have been back to visit a few times, but spent our trip sitting at my grandfather’s house, in a Marriott hotel, or were just there for a quick 2 day trip.
I went back. For a week surrounding my sister’s wedding.
It was exactly the same, but not how I remembered it at all.
The streets seemed to have shrunk. The roads were shorter. There was more traffic, taller buildings, more development and a city I barely recognized.
Yet it felt safe, familiar, almost like home. All the fundraisers I completed as a class officer BUILT a new sports complex at the high school. My house was painted, re-landscaped and completely different- but the memories came flooding back.
It was nice to be back.
After being crammed in a hotel room for a week surrounded by wedding stuff [invitations/pictures/Sheppard’s hooks/hanging balls/candy jars/dresses/presents],making it through the baseball game, the play, the BBQ, rehersal dinner and the wedding: I was ready to go home.
To MY HOME. Back to Utah, to my new normal.
Landing in Salt Lake was like being home. When I moved out here to complete my education, I never thought I would stay. I never thought I would have a UT state drivers license. I never thought this would become my home.
Maybe it is because it was HERE that I gained confidence in myself- came into my own as a person.
It was here that I fell in love & had my heart broken.
It was this place that tested my spirit, challenged me to grow.
While living here I finished my schooling, started my career, spent years learning who I am.
So as I drove my little sister home I rolled down the window of my car. I followed the gentle curve of the road and breathed deeply the smells of my new home. Wet hay. Fresh rain. Cow manure.
I smiled, knowing that home is where your family is. And finally, I am ok knowing this my home, and I like it here.
♥ Single Girl