It's always hard to come home when you have a nomadic spirit. I'd love to be able to say "hello, how I've missed you" to these 4 walls in chorus with a fluid becoming one with the couch and a click of the remote. But that's just not how my spirit was molded. I always seem to leave a little piece of myself in far off places I can only return to in dreams, but that's ok-- you only live once and I want to spread myself as far over the earth as humanly possible. I love that my mind is a conglomerate of stories, and pictures, and memories, and that I have a life partner to help create and share these souvenirs with. California is a memory. These photos are what we have in return. We are already closing our eyes to dream of our next adventure.