My definition of home

This is the time of year i miss it most...
I miss the foggy mornings, the sunlit afternoons, the wind rushing through the oak leaves, the sound of the bay crashing against the rocky beach.


This is what i call home.







I wish i could be there right now. I want to breathe in the air, feel the wind in my hair! Oh home, my California.
I so rarely get to visit California in the winter time which is why i miss her so much now... I usually get to visit when she is in full gold!

Ah summer... A relief from the homesickness. I could stare at those hills for a lifetime.

So I guess it's true what Dorothy said- "There's no place like home."

This all brings a song to my head...

All the leaves are brown

And the sky is gray

I've been for a walk

On a winter's day

I'd be safe and warm

If i was in L.A.

California dreamin'

On such a winter's day

Stopped into a church

I passed along the way

Oh, I got down on my knees

And i pretend to pray

You know the preacher like the cold

He knows I'm gonna stay

California dreamin'

On such a winter's day

If i didn't tell her

I could leave today

California dreamin'

On such a winter's day

California dreamin'

On such a winter's day

California dreamin'

On such a winter's day

-The Mama's and the Papa's

Never heard the song? You should definitely check it out...