Wednesday, June 15, 2005
I live in Oregon.
I left Southern California in 1986.
My brother, my sister, and I, have all fled the Sunshine State. (One of us has fled the country--this hemisphere!)
But I digress.
My parents have always stayed in the picturesque town we kids were raised in (or I should say, it once was picturesque. sprawl is quickly overtaking it). Tomorrow the parental unit is leaving Southern California, and moving to the next phase in their lives .
More power to ‘em.
But for me, that leaves no one to visit in the hometown. Where I’m from and was raised, has no purpose in my life for visiting again.
Does this seem weird to miss?
I don’t know.
But good luck Mom and Dad, with your move. Goodbye, Camarillo.
And your lemon trees,
and your avocadoes,
and your purple mountains,
and your sage brush in the hills.
As much as I wanted to get the hell out, through time,you've become so sentimental in my mind.
Posted by LeLo at Wednesday, June 15, 2005