I’m currently sitting at the airport, waiting for my flight to Southern California to board. And, to pass the time, I’m doing an intense amount of people watching, e-mail checking, and browsing through all my social media feeds.

Today, on Timehop, I was brought back to a time – 7 years ago – when Randy and I spontaneously booked a flight to the Bay Area to visit some friends.

It was this visit that made me fall in love with northern California. It was this visit that made me understand the “Yay Area” pride that all of my college friends boasted about.

It was this visit that made me believe that, some day, I would live here.

I would live here and drive up and down De Anza Blvd and the 85 freeway. I would live here and go hiking in the redwoods. I would live here and frolic among the hundreds of deer on the trails.

I’d start my adult life here. And I would love it.

It’s what I told myself 7 years ago.

And, here I am, 7 years later.

I live here.

It is my home.

And I love it.