You can't go "home" again...

This July, I went on a memory trip to Northern California and Idaho. I wanted to see all the places I had lived in since I came to the US.

First stop was Dixon, California.

1965-1970 - That's the first town I lived in when I came to the US, a far cry from the big city of Barcelona. Dixon is a small town south of Sacramento, it has not grown much from the time I lived there .The very first place I lived in was a small house with 2 bedrooms, a backyard porch and a nice garden. After that, we lived in a one bedroom duplex. Our 3rd place was a duplex with 2 bedrooms (my mother was coming for the birth of my first daughter and we needed the extra room). After my mother left, we moved in with my in-laws. I didn't know how to drive and I was feeling very sad living there, so as soon as we could we moved to a 2 story apartment that was really cute. Some of my best memories of Dixon was living there. My English neighbors were members of the Peace Corps and we had parties which were fun. At that time I also started working at the Milk Farm. The last place I lived in Dixon, was a cute house with a great backyard. After that, we moved to Idaho.

The places I lived in have not aged well. The first 2 places are in what now is "the Mexican side of town". the only place that still looks OK is the last house we lived in.

All in all, I am happy I don't live there anymore. Although there were many good memories like having my first baby, and making some good friends, there were also memories of being lonely, away from my family, and away from the city I loved.

Next time I will write about Idaho :)