If the path had been different, if their heart had not called them back to the Midwest, home would have been Santa Cruz, California. Mom and Dad started their lives here, built a home, had a baby, made memories.
If life's path had been different, I'd have traveled East Cliff Drive to go to work...
I'd have taken West Cliff drive to where it ends at Natural Bridge Beach a million times.
...and my children would have memories of The Mystery Spot instead of Devil's Den.
The Boardwalk would have been their favorite place to go...
...and Breakwater Lighthouse on East Cliff Drive could have been the place where I met my true love.
But life's path took a turn, instead of Monterey Bay my parents chose to be close to family and moved back to the Ozarks. They sold the house that Mom calls the bungalow, the one with the white Priscilla curtains and the cheery little front porch and headed east to Arkansas.
Funny how life's path sometimes leads you back, not to the same spots but often with the same reasons. A job took us back to Northern California when we first married and Mom and Dad returned for a visit. Once more to see that little house at 46 Alameda.