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They say you can never go home again. I guess it's true in a way. It will never be the same..those wonderful memories are just that. Every time I go back to New York though, I try to capture a little bit of the past here and there. We always drive down Eastview Road, the street I grew up on. What for I don't know other than I left a little part of my heart there.

I always hope for a little bit of snow if we go in the wintertime and boy did we get our wish! Over a foot of snow..we drove around in it for hours. I had forgotten how quiet it gets when everything is blanketed in white. I couldn't get enough of it.

I love bringing my girls to all of my old haunts and they get a kick out of it. Every trip brings new memories of its own. I'll always be a little torn between two coasts. California is my home now..but NY will always be home too. 

It's like that Neil Diamond song.."LA's fine but it ain't home, New York's home but it ain't mine no more.." I get that. I really get that.