Chinese food & butterflake rolls
Nov. 16th, 2002 01:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twilight33I swear I get fiercely homesick over the stupidest things.
Home, as much as I loathe to admit it sometimes, is Sacramento. Land of 100+ degree summers, tomatoes flying off open bed trucks to splatter alongside I5, and the scent of burning rice paddy fields heralding fall's arrival.
Someone on a forum I'm on lives in Sacramento and made casual mention of a grocery store there (Bel Air) and wham... instant longing for their chinese food & butterflake rolls, and hitting the Tower Cafe after a stop by the original Tower Records (my destination when I first cut class after getting my driver's license).
I wonder if part of the longing is the fact that I can never go home again. My mom sold the house that I grew up in from birth to the dorms at Sonoma State a few years ago and I didn't get to say goodbye to it. Even though she now lives an hour and a half from me (just like when I was going to college, so much for thinking I could escape), part of me still envisions her living in Sacramento and that it's just been a long time since I've gone home because life has me busy up here. It's downright bizarre to think that if I hopped on a plane from SeaTac to SMF (I always thought Sacto's airport code looked like 'SMURF') that I'd have to rent a car because she wouldn't be there to pick me up.
Will I take Kieran to Sacramento someday to show him the places from my past? Probably; I've taken my husband to all the places dear to my heart throughout California so he'd get some insight as to aspects of the past that went into who I am today, right down to the kindergarten playground where we played Star Wars and pointing out the house where my estranged father lives.
Or is it really home anymore? I've grown awfully fond of the Emerald City and summers that won't kill you in a fiery blast as you step outside. In any case, Kieran is a native here and we have no plans to move from the area anytime soon. Our house owns us, not the other way around!
Home, as much as I loathe to admit it sometimes, is Sacramento. Land of 100+ degree summers, tomatoes flying off open bed trucks to splatter alongside I5, and the scent of burning rice paddy fields heralding fall's arrival.
Someone on a forum I'm on lives in Sacramento and made casual mention of a grocery store there (Bel Air) and wham... instant longing for their chinese food & butterflake rolls, and hitting the Tower Cafe after a stop by the original Tower Records (my destination when I first cut class after getting my driver's license).
I wonder if part of the longing is the fact that I can never go home again. My mom sold the house that I grew up in from birth to the dorms at Sonoma State a few years ago and I didn't get to say goodbye to it. Even though she now lives an hour and a half from me (just like when I was going to college, so much for thinking I could escape), part of me still envisions her living in Sacramento and that it's just been a long time since I've gone home because life has me busy up here. It's downright bizarre to think that if I hopped on a plane from SeaTac to SMF (I always thought Sacto's airport code looked like 'SMURF') that I'd have to rent a car because she wouldn't be there to pick me up.
Will I take Kieran to Sacramento someday to show him the places from my past? Probably; I've taken my husband to all the places dear to my heart throughout California so he'd get some insight as to aspects of the past that went into who I am today, right down to the kindergarten playground where we played Star Wars and pointing out the house where my estranged father lives.
Or is it really home anymore? I've grown awfully fond of the Emerald City and summers that won't kill you in a fiery blast as you step outside. In any case, Kieran is a native here and we have no plans to move from the area anytime soon. Our house owns us, not the other way around!
