I miss California terribly. Even though I've been in Colorado for a long five years, returning to California always pieces my heart back together. Everything is still so familiar. It all looks, sounds, and even smells just right. The Bay Bridge leading into San Francisco is permanently burned into my mind. Even smaller things, like the shopping center we'd always go to, or the plaza are crystal clear in my memory.
It' s not like I miss the traffic, excessive amount of irritable people, and high cost of living. No, that was all awful. I won't lie and say I loved it. But I'm still so used to it. How can it possibly bother me?
After living in this bubble of priviledged people in Colorado, I miss the normality of California even more. Where I live is a very beautiful place. The Rocky Mountains can be seen from the windows in our home. The houses are beautiful, as are all the town centers. The people are friendlier. Heck, even our football team is going to the Super Bowl! GO BRONCOS!
I don't mind it. I mean, it becomes annoying when some of your friends complain about not getting the newest iPhone, or when they are rewarded with a B&W or Range Rover just for passing their driver's test.
Sure, it's a little pompous and hard to believe. Going back home is just comforting. All my family is there after all. I know my grandparent's house better then I know my own it seems. It's so nice to connect with my old friends and distant family members. It's like a taste of childhood, and who doesn't want that? I feel like I lived completely in my head as a child. I thought everything was perfect.
As I look back, I see that my school wasn't all that good, and my parents were really struggling. In retrospect, I feel so blessed now. We live in a beautiful home (with a beautiful view) and despite the fact that I dislike school, I'm lucky to go to a good one.
I still miss spending weekends with my grandparents, and going to school with kids I knew since practically birth. It's odd comparing my "two" lives. Really, it's almost like I have two separate lives. I have this one here in Colorado that I'm currently living. Yet, I also have my life in California that will never leave. I always have it to return to, and that makes my heart so warm.
It's so hard to grasp that while everything and everyone changes, it all stays exactly the same.
Of course, I know deep down that I'd miss Colorado if I were to leave. I would miss the life I built here. I'd miss my weird neighbors and best friend and my bedroom. I'd miss the now somewhat familiar streets. I would miss looking out the window and gazing at the Rockies. I would miss the people I've bonded with here.
It's difficult. Choosing which you'd miss more, I mean. California will always be my home, but maybe, just maybe, I would miss them equally. Until next time xxx.
It' s not like I miss the traffic, excessive amount of irritable people, and high cost of living. No, that was all awful. I won't lie and say I loved it. But I'm still so used to it. How can it possibly bother me?
After living in this bubble of priviledged people in Colorado, I miss the normality of California even more. Where I live is a very beautiful place. The Rocky Mountains can be seen from the windows in our home. The houses are beautiful, as are all the town centers. The people are friendlier. Heck, even our football team is going to the Super Bowl! GO BRONCOS!
I don't mind it. I mean, it becomes annoying when some of your friends complain about not getting the newest iPhone, or when they are rewarded with a B&W or Range Rover just for passing their driver's test.
Sure, it's a little pompous and hard to believe. Going back home is just comforting. All my family is there after all. I know my grandparent's house better then I know my own it seems. It's so nice to connect with my old friends and distant family members. It's like a taste of childhood, and who doesn't want that? I feel like I lived completely in my head as a child. I thought everything was perfect.
As I look back, I see that my school wasn't all that good, and my parents were really struggling. In retrospect, I feel so blessed now. We live in a beautiful home (with a beautiful view) and despite the fact that I dislike school, I'm lucky to go to a good one.
I still miss spending weekends with my grandparents, and going to school with kids I knew since practically birth. It's odd comparing my "two" lives. Really, it's almost like I have two separate lives. I have this one here in Colorado that I'm currently living. Yet, I also have my life in California that will never leave. I always have it to return to, and that makes my heart so warm.
It's so hard to grasp that while everything and everyone changes, it all stays exactly the same.
Of course, I know deep down that I'd miss Colorado if I were to leave. I would miss the life I built here. I'd miss my weird neighbors and best friend and my bedroom. I'd miss the now somewhat familiar streets. I would miss looking out the window and gazing at the Rockies. I would miss the people I've bonded with here.
It's difficult. Choosing which you'd miss more, I mean. California will always be my home, but maybe, just maybe, I would miss them equally. Until next time xxx.
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