Home.v.westcoast

When I was eighteen, me, my sister, Elice, and my cousins Karen and Kathy went to spend the Summer in California. The west coast cousins and Titas and Uncles welcomed us as if we’d never left. It was home. There’s  something magical about leaving your awkward teenage identity and arriving in a sunny place where you get to be this person you wanted to be, or who others think you are but you didn’t know yourself.

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