|Looking at our home from the field across the street. Our property spans from the far left to the trees lining our driveway on the right.|
When my parents moved about six months after I got married I knew that I could never go home again. I was sad because I loved living in that house for the 12 years we were there. It was the ideal place to grow up.
It was a 30-40 year old adobe hacienda on an acre of land with about a hundred trees and a pool surrounded by boulders. Across the street was a beautiful pasture with a few cows grazing on grass and a stream that ran between acres of oak trees.
I love Escondido. But, I made my home in Utah 22 years ago. I love Utah too. Most of my family is here. And I have a lot of great friends here too.
But our little house on Oak Lane always has a piece of my heart. So many memories. My dad working in the yard, my pony escaping from her corral, my half wolf dog playing with a dead jack rabbit in a trench he dug while we were at church. The kids from our ward gathered for a fireside. The pool parties and birthdays. My grandparents trailer parked on our lower driveway. My grandma cooking up hotcakes on a Saturday morning.
I miss this place. It makes me think of that old Beetle's song:
"There are places I'll remember all my life, though some have changed. Some forever, not for better; some have gone and some remain. All these places had their moments with lovers and friends I still recall. Some are dead and some are living, in my life I loved them all."