I'll Never Forget...

One Mountain, a photo by M.Ramalho on Flickr.

I don't even know what to feel or think. Every since I found out my Grandma lost the house, I just felt so much of myself falling apart. Now that it's officially gone, a big piece of my heart & life is gone & I don't really know how to deal with it. It's very depressing & I think that nobody will understand, unless they were in my shoes. That house was deserted, no internet, no cable, no nothing. It was boring most of the time. But nowhere else in this world, will I ever feel so relaxed, feel so at peace, see the most beautiful sunset, see the most starry night, feel so far away from reality. It's a beautiful house, & I know my Grandpa loved that place. I'm sure some of my close friends remember me always talking about this place. It makes me upset how it could've been prevented. I don't know what my Grandma was thinking. Just like what my cousin said, "Well, there goes everyone's summer getaway spot."

I'm very afraid I'll never set foot in that house again. I left, not even knowing that I'd never go back to this place. EVER. So much of me is still stuck there. So much of life. So much of love. Memories. Thoughts. Seriously feels like I lost so much...

It is now my goal in the future to return to this place & check up on it...I love you California City.