Mentally Going Home...

Sometimes you need to go home. Maybe not physically home as in back to the house you consider your home, but back to the person you are at home. I know it sounds weird to go back to a person, but it is more about revisiting a person you once were. I am similar to the person I was in my home town of Pleasnton, but by no means the same. My values have shifted, my friends have altered and my outlook on life is a little hazy. In Pleasanton I am Allie in my truest form. I am spontaneous, happy, wild, free spirited, outgoing, and full of Pleasntoness... Pleasanton just brings it out of me. Being surrounded by the people I love and the place where I grew up just helps me feel comfortable to be me. I think of course this has a lot to do with that I am home and am able to relax and not care about what others think. My family is not going to disown me anytime soon and my friends would love me even if I became a serial killer, well maybe not, but it is more than that. Pleasanton is huge part of who I am. Growing up in this city full of the nicest people you will find helped me see who I am and what I want to become.

My Pleasnton friends are interesting to say the least. Will do anything to have a good time including some very illegal things. This comes with the territory. Pleasanton does not have night clubs or places for young adults to hang out and live boring lives. We have to become very creative in our nightly activities to ensure that we have a good time and I would not change this for the world. While I am kinda a hooligan and juvenile in Pleasanton, I am also way more creative. We "get" people by creatively vandalizing there cars, houses, rooms, etc., but the key is creatively. We do not just take some toilet paper and go to town on our friends front yard... No no no that is way to boring. We find piles and piles of bread in the back of a Safeway dumpster and "bread" our friends car. Or find a crap load of boxes and create a fort in someones room when the go on vacation, but even that's not enough, lets take those boxes and fill them up with random things we find around her room. These are just a few examples of the creativity that Pleasanton inspires their youth to employ. It is where I grew up and realized who I am as a person and that runs through my blood, but sometimes it can be forgotten.

Sometimes I forget the Pleasanton Allie when I am away for too long. I forget about being carefree and running wild through the streets of Pleasanton. I forget who my friends are and who is going to stand with me through out the years. But mostly I forget how to be me. Through out relationships, friends or lovers, sometimes a bit of yourself and being gets lost in the mix. You pretend to be someone you are not to fit into there lives and go on living your life for them and not for yourself. You forget what makes you, and the person that you were before they came into your life.

 In a recent talk with my friend he thanked me for bring a bit of Pleasanton to him to help him see his life clearly. At first I laughed it off and did not really understand, but after some thought I knew exactly what he meant. I brought him home. Sometimes to go home and realize something you don't like about your life you don't actually have to physically go home. You just need to be around people who remind you of who you are at home and the person you use to be. The person you use to be is the greatest link you and the person you want to become, at least to me it is. I like the Pleasanton Allie and wish that I could be her all the time, but I feel that she is a bit immature and not really work force approprite. I will keep her in Pleasanton where she belongs with all the Pleasanton versons of her friends, but visit her frequently to gain perspective on life and the way to live it.

Btw this does not mean I do not cherish my Arizona friends... Just an observations. Please don't take this that way. Looooooovvvvveeee