So. We're going home. Leaving tomorrow, we'll drive and drive and drive some more. I can't wait until we drive past Willits... onto the Avenue of the Giants. I am going to roll down my window, stick out my tongue and TASTE the air that those redwood trees are exhaling, just for me. Thanks, trees.
My parent's house is what we will see first. I'll walk into it and look up the stairs to a paint chipped wall and some 'curtains' on the windows. Oh, the memories. What a beautiful, used, lived in, living, moist, 3-story house. In Eureka.
We will be spending most of the time in Arcata at my Grandparent's house. A virtual 15-acre jungle gym. With trees, a pond, and my Grandma's garden. Hm... the first things that come to mind are red licorice and making up dances to the Spice Girls with my young girlie cousins. All of us have grown up fast, and now I am bringing my own kids.
First I was a kid, then I was 18 and moving out and not sure where home was anymore. Now I know where home is. It's wherever Jake and my girls are. It's wherever I can lay down at night, on a bed, a pile of grass, a hammock, and lay my head on Jake's chest and talk about our girls. And our life. That is the best feeling in the world.