Let's Be Real

Let it be known and for the official stated record: I feel incredibly grateful for the opportunity I have to live in such an amazing city like San Francisco. During my travels, I always feel “at home” when among huge buildings as opposed to corn fields.  

But there are days when I get incredibly homesick. I received the first picture above this week and the tears started to form. 

It’s a car.  It’s my car (her name is Bella).  She is currently back in Indianapolis in a parking garage waiting to be sold. And in an instant Bella made me miss home. 

I’m the last person anyone would call a “car girl” and a car is just a possession but it’s more what Bella represents. Things I miss; 

• Going to Target whenever the hell I wanted and being able to buy anything I wanted cause I could (usually) easily transport it home. 
• My 5 minute commute into work. 
• The many chats I’ve had in that dreary parking garage. 
• And very simply, getting from point a to point b without bus timetables and homeless crazies. 

I’ve decided to let these moments of homesick-ness take over and do their thing instead of fighting it.  But I’ve decided when those moments happen I need to do something to remind myself the opportunities and experiences I get to have being in California. 

So what did I do?  I went to the beach.  Cause Indianapolis doesn’t have a beach within 150 miles of it (cause let’s be real - Indiana Beach doesn’t count).  I sat and watched the sunset with the view of the Golden Gate bridge.  I am a midwest gal living by the beach.  I know, crazy. 

I am fortunate.

I am homesick.

And it’s okay.