Well, actually you can. and I did. I mean I am. Oh, what is home anyway?? Home used to be the place where my mom and dad lived until I turned 18 and my mom couldn’t wait for me to GET OUT ALREADY. Hey, I was the last of 6 kids and you’d feel that way too if you had to raise those first 5! (I just felt 10 collective eyeballs roll back in their head). But what I mean is, when you’re an expat, where is home? We’ve been in Shanghai now for a year and it sure feels like home…until we come back to California and see family and then THAT feels like home. I guess it’s like the song says…”home is where the heart is” or better “where the chips and margaritas are”.
Some fun-in-the-sun California pix
Zuma Beach, Mae and her daddy
The Southern Californian Palms
A family gathering in Newport Harbour
Phoebe and Macy, respectively