Every Day Something Reminds Me

     So let me break it down for you; I could be considered a bumpkin. I come from a small town, though it is and was bigger than I gave it credit for growing up, in Northern California. Now, I don't mean San Fransisco "Northern" California, though the town is a real treat. I'm talking further north than the state capitol and within spitting range of Oregon's southern border.

     It's a gorgeous town with magnificent green trees and the beautiful Sacramento river running through it. A large majority of those who have been raised there are a little hateful towards it. I admit I had been too. However, between the time I left my hometown, got married to my wonderful husband, and relocated to the unholy, blistering desert, I gained a great respect and love for this place. Not only is it where my family and friends flock to reconnect, but it really is where I feel happiest. It's the kind of town you raise your children in...a perfect balance of the seasons find themselves here.

     Every day I get a little sad knowing it will be months before I'm embraced by the country feel and my mom, who always smells good. I think I will always consider it base camp, and I would fight tooth and nail to raise my children in its valley and enroll them in my Alma Mater.
     It blows my mind how many wonderful, beautiful people who have stemmed from this one place, who I've allowed to scatter around the state and beyond with bits of my heart; it feels so good, though, to reunite those pieces!! God has definitly touched my hometown, and all members of my family, related or not.