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.
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.
