Recently, I got to spend about a week at home in Springfield, Missouri. (In case of confusion, I moved to LA from Chicago after living there for about 8 years. I grew up in Springfield, Missouri). I am one of those people that absolutely loves going home. I got to spend a lot of time at my parents' lake house on Table Rock Lake. We played a bit of horseshoes and grilled out almost every night. I had Andy's Frozen Custard, Mexican Villa, Skinner's BBQ, mom made grilled catfish with ketchup, we celebrated Grandpa McGee's 90th Birthday, I caught up with my high school friends, mom and I went to Target and Walmart and the mall and went vintage shopping, etc. It's like a wonderfully restorative cocoon for me. I haven't been home in more than a year, so it was a bit of sensory overload...freshly mowed grass, lighting bugs, mosquito bites (tons!), hummingbirds and cardinals, walking the dog by the river with my dad, it all feels like a big, giant hug that reminds me of growing up. I know Missouri isn't without its flaws (independent film is major novelty and most people still aren't sure WHO TO VOTE FOR IN THE NEXT ELECTION), but for me it's really healthy to get back to my hometown roots once in a while. It's also very weird to be home in Middle America for almost 10 days straight and then the next week have a vegan picnic on the beach, get $20 Chinese foot massages with Hollie, and go to the premiere of the Step Brothers movie with Dave and see John C. Reilly, Jason Bateman, Jon Heder and Ron Jeremy walking down the red carpet. Life is so random. This week, Sherisse is in town, then Tate gets in town next week. Fun!
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