I recently went home, and while driving around my childhood neighborhood, I’d listen to songs from my Wonder Years that reminded of my first love. My best friends. My family. Emotions hit me hard. Sometimes wishing was 12 years old again. Yep. I cried.
When the Wenatchee Valley it all lit up from the bright sun, it’s truly a sight to be seen. Really at any time of the year. Spring you smell all the flowers coming back, the snow finally melting away, the days a little longer, just feels “new.”
There are people who will simply tell you, you live here, you’re local. You vote locally. Many say, when you feel comfortable living here, like a putting on a pair of your favorite bluejeans. Some say it’s when you finally get a driver’s license or new checks with your new local address.
I know, we’re ankle deep in snow and Wenatchee Wild games, but I’m already dreaming of warm summer days and heading over to Paul Thomas Sr. Field for another season with the Wenatchee AppleSox. How odd was seeing an AppleSox post on Instagram with a bunch of photos of the stadium seats covered in snow. It’s like when two seasons collide!