I lived there in Camarillo, 93012, for two years. While there, I was homesick for Northern Virginia, and would spend time crying at night, looking over the mountains behind my cliff-ed back yard. Now, I dream about Camarillo often.
The weather is lovely (but if you love thunderstorms, you’ll be wistful). The fields nearby are the brightest green you can imagine. There are mountains nearby and ocean even closer. I think of the place and feel calm, and longing (which compete).
I want to go back, but I think I’ll be disappointed in how it has changed. I still dream about Camarillo. Thirteen years later.
(Has it really been so long?)