I pull up Google maps to look up directions. Why is this so far away? Then I realize the starting point was my old home in Stockton. It's that easy to subconsciously type an address without thinking.
I try to find my favorite radio stations while keeping my eyes on the road. Since I only have six programmed stations, when I drive back to San Jose, I know which one to hit, then to tune up and down to get to my Bay Area stations. Except this time around, I end up on a classical station?
I forgot I changed my stations to the ones I've found in Sac.
My dad prays for our meal: "Thank you for bringing us home safely...from Malaysia, from Stockton." When he's done, I gently remind him, "Dad, I live in Sacramento now."
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