Homesick

I've lived in L.A. for nearly 13 years, and yet I still get a little homesick at this time of year. Partially because it looks a bit like this at home (Central Valley... this picture doesn't come close):



Partially because sometimes at this time of year I wish I could just go home and be a little girl again. I could wake up late in my pink room and drive my little V.W. and go to Immanuel & Fresno State baseball games and head up to Shaver Lake and walk around at midnight in the snow.
I miss my high school friends because they were the first friends I really felt close with and safe with. My Jr. High friends (as I didn't know then but know now) were changeable and cruel and shallow, but in high school I found some people that were true gems. I still keep in touch with many of them and it's fun to go through life stages with them. But I wish we could just go back once or twice and play "Stealth" out in the vineyard once again. But the vineyard where we used to play is a new housing development now, so I suppose I will be content where I am.

The flattened land to the right is where they leveled the vineyard for houses. The development is a nice one, and the houses have lots of room (not all squished together), and look different from one another, but will always feel like a fake town to me or something.