I    try to take a little bit of my new home back to the old one every year.

This year I'll have fresh coffee beans from the local cafe and good Sonoma wine, both of which my family will scoff at. "You're such a snob," they'll laugh, stirring skim milk into their Sanka. "Is everyone in California like you?"

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No, I'll think gratefully. Everyone's not like me. People out here are different. But like me, a lot of them came out here to find themselves a home. And like me, a lot of them will be very happy to return to their new homes after the holidays have ended.

I looked at the weather report in this morning's paper. It'll be a white Christmas back east. And I'll be home.



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