At least, that is what I would like to say. But, alas, I rarely make it back to my birth place. This past fall, I returned. My father showed me the hospital where I was born and the old house I spent my first two years in. He even showed me his high school house. As we neared his old house, he recalled the memory of his high school friend being killed at the same intersection we were at. Even the same lane, though it has been repaved since those days. We even drove on the same road that his sister died upon. These are reminders that I cannot imagine as a song plays and I consider a lost friendship and misplaced trust, but we all still breathe.
As we visited my grandfather, I could see my father come to life again. Away from the place he has lived for 20 years — the Michigan clouds that suffocate him — he is at peace. He considers not returning. Our homes are truly not where we live. I have found that they are the places I dream of. When I believed I found them, time inevitably unveiled that the people who comprised my home were lies. It is true that home is where the heart is, but when your heart is broken and lost, home is rather difficult to place.
So, we dream. We look on up to the sky from under Redwoods.
And climbed some rocks
Captured this epic shot of my dadAnd this seagullI also fell in love with this tree near the cliffs above the Pacific. Location is everythingMy trip to California was wonderful. We drove along the ocean and my dad went on an one hundred mile bike-ride while I slept the last few days I was there (I had mono). I wish I would have had a camera, not just my phone, for Yosemite. I simply did not get any good pictures at Yosemite. But I think these Pacific Ocean pictures make up for it:
So, I think I may move back to California someday. I have lived in three states: California, Michigan, and Ohio. To say the very least, California is the most beautiful of these states. Now, upon my plane’s landing in Detroit, I was astonished to find actual clouds in the sky. They were incredibly beautiful and added a contrast to the sky that any photographer would appreciate (or so my sister, photographer for Little Blue Bird Photography, informed me. She’s awesome. I wish I took pictures like her.), but I still prefer the constant 80 degrees, sunshine, oceans, mountains, and lack of humidity found in Southern California over the… lakes of Michigan. And sports fans of Ohio.