Sunday, August 18, 2013

Last Weekend in My Hometown

For the last week or so, my parents and I have been packing up and getting ready for them to move out of my childhood home in Fremont, California.

The process has been rough: packing, taking loads to my parents' temporary apartment (where they'll stay while their new house is being built), cleaning, and dealing with how to say goodbye to this place. It's a huge undertaking, and I'm exhausted. But the movers will be here tomorrow and the next day to take a few big items to my parents' new apartment and the rest to storage to await the new house.

Despite the sad prospect of saying goodbye this week, we're certainly taking advantage of all our city has to offer. Of course, I've lived in LA for the last ten years (holy smokes, time flies), but Fremont will always be a huge part of who I am. Here's what we've been up to the last few days:

Several long walks through our neighborhood and all the gorgeous hills around our house

Finding old belongings and maybe putting them on just to see...

(There's a chance that my turnout isn't what it used to be)

Hitting up our favorite restaurants in Fremont

Deeelicious Mexican--it even rivals the best places in LA! (I'm enjoying leftovers as I type this post)

Our favorite pizza spot, Mission Pizza

Hiking Mission Peak, a super popular hiking spot in Fremont

A lot of other people had the same idea...

Today, I met up with a friend from high school to discuss our ten year reunion (again, how am I already ten years out of high school?) at a restaurant in Pleasanton, Jim's Country Style Restaurant. I just mention it because it appears to be a typical diner but has truly fantastic omelets. I ordered the "Dustin" with bacon, avocado, Jack cheese, onions, and bell peppers. Most restaurants tend to be skimpy on the veggies, but this place LOADED my omelet--I swear there was an entire avocado in there!

Tonight's our last night in this house, so I'm off to sleep. Hope you have a good start to the week!


  1. My parents moved from my childhood home/town a couple of years after I graduated from high school. It was so weird/emotional. I haven't been back to my "hometown" in years. It feels so strange to see the old house.

  2. xoxoxoxo
    my parents still live in the house where I grew up...and 40 years later I totally see how you must feel.

  3. Goodbyes are always hard, but even more so when our identity is so attached. I have a feeling you'll make a point to get back to visit!

  4. Wow, what a big move for your parents! I'm glad you're getting to enjoy everything your hometown has to offer before they leave!

  5. I understand how you feel. My parents actually sold my childhood home in Milpitas {hi neighbor} about 10 years ago and I was so sad, even though they were going to be moving closer to hubby & I.

  6. It's amazing how fast 10 years goes by!