Being back in the town you grew up in can stir up all sorts of nostalgia. Whenever I drive down certain roads, memories will come back to me. One day last week, Olivia and I were driving back from visiting Myke at work and per usual, Olivia feel asleep. Since we were literally two streets away from the house, I decided to take a stroll down memory lane. I took a road that was all too familiar and made the trip to my parent’s old house. They moved out of this house a couple years ago after living in it for 20 years. I still remember my mom calling me and telling me that they had bought a new house. They weren’t even seriously looking, but they got a major deal on a beautiful house in a really nice neighborhood. They moved out a month or so later and then the old house sold about three days later. Everything happened so fast, at least it felt that way to me. All of that being said, I never got to say one last goodbye (and yes I know how cheesy that sounds).
So with my daughter sleeping away, I drove by the house that she will never know, but I know so well and I felt a couple tears come up. To kill more time, I decided to take another very familiar road to my high school. Some of my favorite times happened at this place and I drove by just thinking about all the kids that are there now. It looks like they have built a couple new buildings, much to my sadness, but it still looks beautiful and I was happy to see that it appears to be doing well.
I remember driving out of the high school parking lot, waiting for the horribly designed intersection to clear up and thinking about what my life was going to be like when I’m done with this place. If you had told me that just over 10 years later I would be back in Sacramento with my husband, baby, and one on the way, I probably would have rolled my eyes.
However, I wouldn’t change anything about my life up to this point. Don’t get me wrong, living with my parents was not on the to do list of my life (sorry Mom and Dad), but I’m still very thankful that my parents have the ability and willingness to open up their home to us and to a baby and an eventual newborn.