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Sometimes I feel like Logan has purged California out of me. I start feeling faint on warm days (80+ degrees), I can make a mean toilet seat cover in 2.5 seconds, and I’m not scared of a little snow. But coming home reminds me that there’s so much more to who I am than geography. Home is where all the streets feel familiar, and I don’t feel lost even when I can’t find my way. Wherever we went, I was either surrounded by rows of green fields, or endless ocean. They’ve both helped me find my way at one time or another.
The best part of summer is coming home, and the best part of coming home is realizing that there’s always room for a little more sunshine.