#68... Feels like home.... I took these pictures on one of our motorcycle rides and thought I would add them to my BAM (Book About Me) Album... the journaling is as follows:
'Growing up in Hallwood and hearing the trains throughout the night was home for me. I grew up, moved to Marysville and then to Yuba City... didn't hear the trains anymore. We bought a house in 1994 on the other side of Yuba City and the first night there I knew I was home... I could hear the trains in the middle of the night. I can only hear them at night when all is quiet but they are there. I can feel myself sigh.. yes... I am home, I feel safe, I am content'
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