Home isn't home. I never gave much credibility to the phrase "you can't go home again." Rubbish I thought, I CAN and WILL go home again, especially with our house in Colorado readily available. But this past weekend proved that even if the location fits, the person in it doesn't. It hit home (pardon the pun) that Windsor, while not changing in the last 2 months, felt different. It was so quiet, so different (keep in mind by different I don't mean that anything had changed AT All. If anything 2 months proved that it had not had all the much time to change while we were gone.) It felt different, because I was different. My life here in Colorado is what I am used to. The smells of freshly cut green grass, the smoggy dirty smell I have gotten used to on occasion. The summer like weather that had me, as a NATIVE of Colorado shivering the other day when it got a tiny bit cold. This crazy adventure out here in California, felt more like what I was used to and left me tripping out most of my experience in Colorado because of it. I actually was surprised that I was ready to come back again. And with the first experience back to Colorado as a non-resident, I am surprisingly ok with not being there (out of sight out of mind I guess). It was great to see my family, and a good close friend on Sunday morning. But going home made me appreciate and really value the different experience I am having out here. IN the end, I think it really will help me if we move back to Colo. someday. Kinda one of those "don't know what you got, 'til it is gone" type feelings. You don't realize what the rest of the world has to offer, if you don't make yourself experience it.
So, with that, I went back to experiencing it again, tonight, with a run at the Rosebowl after work. Reminded me that while "home" seems so far off in Colorado, "home" here in Cali is mine to race towards finding, one foot in front of me at a time.
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