Photo from the summerwind.journalspace blog.
It’s been almost five years. There is no desire to return to California. None. My dad is there so visits are a must and that is acceptable. To live there is unthinkable. Even while working there 2 years ago, it seemed so foreign to me although I had lived in the state for about 25 years. Mission Viejo, Bakersfield, Summerfield, Sacramento were my assigned cities. Southern California particularly seemed so like so many things: worn, overrun, crowded, noisy. But then I felt like this when I lived there.