Coming Home

A couple weekends ago we spent some time in downtown with my in laws. They have built up a cool little area around the new arena with restaurants and shops. It was nice to walk take in everything that has changed since I was last here. My mother and father in law were walking with Olivia, Myke was taking pictures, and I was with Meghan. As I pushed the stroller I began to think about my road to coming home. I always knew deep down I would end up back in Sacramento, but I have to say I didn’t see myself coming back and living with my parents with my husband and two kids.

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I’ve been struggling with this realization lately that I’m in my hometown but I’m not the same person. I’ve seen and experienced many things outside my hometown and for the past 6 years this place was a destination for holidays. Now, it is home, again. I looked down at my sleeping baby and then up at the new Golden 1 arena and I had a thought. Sacramento has done some growing up of its own. It’s not the same place I was raised, there are some pockets that are the same, but many things have changed. This is bittersweet for me, but I know it is all for the best, but there are times that I miss the Sac I knew as a 14 year old.

As we were nearing the end of our walk, we came upon the little ice rink that goes up every year. All of a sudden, I had a flash back to when I was in high school and skating on that very rink and all of sudden I felt a wave of familiarity hit me and I felt home once again. I can’t wait to explore more of this city and rediscover my love for my hometown.

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