Thinking

This is the longest I've ever been away from home. The longest I've ever gone without a hug from my dad. No wonder every time I think of landing in San Diego and flying in over the purple jacaranda treese, or driving through Napa and hitting that first stretch of the Silverado Trail tears start to well up. Lovelies, this is your warning, I'm going to be a wreck. California, I'm coming home and I have missed you.