“Coming home for the holidays” never carried so much sentiment. Having been detached from warm familiar faces and having a first taste of homesickness, I feel like coming home to Southern California should be accompanied with a Sarah Bareilles tune, heavier on the keys. If there were an aroma, it’d be roasted chestnuts, maybe on an open fire. How lucky I am to return home during the holiday season to reminisce about the past and to create new memories.
Aging like wine, my lovelies.
