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There is just something about going home. About going back to the place where you grew up and experienced things in life for the first time. A place where childhood dreams were born, shaped, and protected in the heart. For me, that place is Sonoma, California.
I spent my childhood playing outside with my sisters, inventing games and running around before the sun slipped behind the hills for the night. We would hike up the vineyard hills just to look down at the quiet valley below. Trips were taken out to the coast to explore Bodega Bay, afternoons spent chasing waves and swimming. We would walk the coastline in search of beach gold in the form of seashells. I can still taste the salty air and feel the light fog on my little smiling face. I passed the pink and white-striped shop where we would stop for salt water taffy after a long day on the coast. Now, many years later, excitement takes hold as I explore the same land of my childhood.
When I’m home, I have an indescribable joy in my heart and a calmness in my soul. This past trip back to Sonoma, I retraced some steps that I haven’t taken in twenty years. As I made my way up the coast, I reminisced about times spent with family, and while these memories came rushing in, I found a humble appreciation for the past. To see these familiar places through eyes that have seen thirty years of experience, I am grateful for my time spent in this beautiful land. My life has taken many turns and has brought me many miles from home, but one thing stays constant: Here, my heart is full… it is home.
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