Sunday Photos

Behold! Lillie's hair has been touched! And stayed that way!

It's one of my favorite times of night. The lights are all dimmed, I am burning a few candles. My Pandora station is massaging my shoulders, Ray LaMontagne loving me with his wondrous voice.

Today I wore a yellow thermal shirt with tiny flowers all over it. Jake mentioned it reminded him of when I was younger, of when he first met me. I told him that's why I bought it, because it reminded me of home.

Then I cried.

You see, I really miss home sometimes. I miss Mom and Dad and Humboldt County. The green, the redwoods, even the homeless people. I miss the Co-op and the fog and the cold cold salty pacific. I miss Crescent City and the Smith river. I miss Grandma Dotty's creaky house and the donuts at Eureka Baking Company. I miss my Dad's junky shoes and Mom's paraphernalia on the windowsill. I miss the stinky cars and Grandpa's beautiful place and I even miss when it rained so badly it flooded the house. I miss Old Town and the Plaza and the way all the old book stores smell.

I am in love with my life and where I am, but sometimes, in the calm of the evening, I really really miss where I came from.