No Place Like Home

I just booked a ticket to go home (well, Sacramento where my parents live anyways) for a whole week!! Both of my sisters now have new babies, Madeline and Abel, that I haven’t been formally introduced to and I'm aching to hold them.

The worst year of my 28 was the year between college and moving to New York. It was the year that I gained 15lbs (on top of the Freshman 15 that I was still carrying) and got Oliver (against Rob’s advice which I now see was because I was single, a bit chubby, and now owned a cat). I was living in Sacramento and only had 5 local friends, 2 of whom were my parents. Every Sunday I would come over with my laundry and we would “play games and drink” (The Clarks sound like lushes, but all our Sunday afternoons really consisted of was a Mai Tai or vodka Pom by the pool with a competitive game of Scrabble or Rummikub). Sunday was the highlight of my week and one of the only things I miss about Sacramento.

For a few weeks now I’ve been feeling like Fanny Price wanting to leave Mansfield Park to join her family where she can have affection without fear or restraint; to feel as an equal of those that surround her.
I have an amazing urban family here, but there is a comfort level that I can’t seem to get to with other people who don’t have Clark in their veins, and a strong desire to “play games and drink”.