So I'm working an average Saturday when and average guy and his young daughter come in and are just have an average look around the shop. I tell them to let me know if they have any questions or need any help. "Where are you from?" says the young woman. "I'm from California. Central coast actually" She smiles and looks at her Dad who's picked out a card and is rummaging for change to pay for the card. he says matter of factly "That's where we're from and that's where this cards headed." I'm like "What, no way?" He's like ya my son lives in
San Luis Obispo (the county my home town is in) and we're from San Fransisco originally. But we have lived here 18 years." I'm like "That is so incredible!" he then tells me they just spent the 4th of July in Cayucos (part of the county I'm from) Beach. Then I got a bit emotional. I didn't try to show it but they left I thanked them for coming in and said it was so nice to meet them. I must say I try not to think of home too much so I can't feel the pain. But now I have this lump in my throat and as I post this it's made me long for the salty sea air of Morro Bay and the sunsets, The sunsets i took for granted. there no where in the world with sunsets quite like Morro Bay. Don't get me wrong I get this way when I think of Wellington even after two days. that's how much I love where I live. But it's the first time in a long time I have felt this about home and I don't know why it's effected me so. Maybe its the way the old guy with his steely blue eyes and fishing hat reminded me of my sweet grandpa or the way he rummaged for change like every old man does pointing at the change as he counted it (that too reminded me of my grandpa) or the way he talked of it as though I could hop in the car and go see my friends right now. mmmm....the lump in throat gets bigger.