My parents came out for a visit toward the end of last week. We did it up right, traveling all over the Monterey Bay area, even spending Mother’s Day down in Big Sur. They could’ve stayed at our tiny place, but we would had to have slept like Charlie’s grandparents in Willie Wonka.
To this point, our two months out here has felt like a weird vacation. Seeing my folks–and having to say goodbye again–made me finally grasp the fact that we moved and are far away from the people we love. People we really miss.