Home sweet home

There's no other feeling like the feeling you get when you sleep in the same bedroom you grew up in or the feeling of walking down your neighborhood street and recollecting on when this house used to have a tree swing or that house used to have a really cute boy who would wave to you when you strolled ever-so-slowly by his house making sure he saw you. Nostalgia. Home. The two intertwine like swirls of a candy cane - one not existing without the other.

Mark and I took a long-overdue trip home to LA and OC this weekend. We always say how much happier we are living in the Bay Area, but there's still that soft spot in our hearts that will always belong to our Chatsworth and Garden Grove homes. Waking up to Grandma's cooking and Dad's McDonald's coffees sitting, waiting for us is something I always look forward to. Or grocery shopping in Little Saigon where the supermarkets are are the size of football fields and the smell of fish and incents overwhelm my sensitive organic-saavy nose.

This was an EXCEPTIONALLY special trip home because this is the first time in five years of Mark and me coming home together as husband and wife. :-D Ahhhh yea, baby! First of many, many more to come...

Poko the family dog. Love the guy, but he's a little too aggressive



Mark's little brother Chris cooling himself down from the 100-degree weather



Laguna Beach (Chris took this photo)



I had crab for the first time in a LOOONG time - so delish!!!