Yesterday afternoon me and Sean were invited to dinner at Sergio’s Mom’s house, up in Santa Clarita Valley. It’s a 45 minute drive from Downtown L.A. through a very scenic landscape of rolling green hills and desert rocks. The kind of landscape that makes you think, how it must have looked 200 years ago, when settlers crossed it by horse and wagon, to find a place to start a new life. Nothing short of mesmerizing.
Luckily enough, someone has since then been kind enough to build a freeway which allowed our steel horse to cross the plains in a fraction of the time it took the settlers, allowing us to arrive safely in Valencia, where Sergio and his mom resides.
We watched the Lakers game, had a wonderful dinner, and shared lots of laughs around the firepit afterwards. I can’t even begin to describe how good it felt to get a sense of family communion, after feeling as rootless as I have since I left home and everyone I love. Something as simple as a family dinner can really do wonders.