Almost Home

Mar 15, 2008 13:27

I'm in Sacramento for my uncle's funeral this weekend. Posting from the airport actually - I'm supposed to meet up with my aunt (not the wife of the uncle who died) and her flight comes in an hour after mine.

Walking between terminals, I was reminded that I'm home. It's so warm, and light here. And seeing the Sierras poking through the haze of the central valley, I had this brief fleeting thought along the lines of You know what, screw Minneapolis. Screw the job. I'm going to go buy a house in Bridgeport, live in the mountains, and be happy. I'm sick of flat.

I won't do it of course. But it's a temptation. My old boss used to ask me: Do you want to go back to California some day? I never knew, never had an opinion one way or the other. But I'm starting to think I do, or at least somewhere on the Pacific coast. I need mountains. I miss places with geography, and trees I know, and just... The feel of home. Not traveling 5+ hours and spend $500+ whenever I want to visit the people important to me. It's dumb nostalgia, but I really do miss it here.

Also, I want to say there were about 2 dozen sets of skiis dropping out of the baggage terminal. Midwesterners are crazy - you're going somewhere on a break, ostensibly from snow and cold - and you go skiing!? Why god why? Yeah yeah, Tahoe is freaking amazing compared to the ski "slopes" in the upper midwest... But STILL.

frustration

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