|This is what my car looks like in Sacramento|
I left my heart in Sacramento. And Fort Ross. And Forestville. Parts in Alameda, and half way up the 5 at the charming vegan Indian restaurant in the middle of nowhere. I mooed at cows and baaed at sheep while driving the 10 hours alone. I ruined my "nice" ballet flats. Lots and lots of meat was consumed. Pitched a tent alone. Living by the seat of my pants in the middle (or on the edge) of nowhere. I learned a few new words in Spanish. Friends were married- I cried- in a secular ceremony so touching yet only 5 minutes long (perfection!). I successfully found my way up mountains and through woods and encountered the charm that is Sonoma County. Being home again feels only a little strange.
Part of me wishes to be there all the time.