All this traveling is fun, but sometimes I just want to kick back and relax in my own town, with my family.
Fremont, the city I grew up in, had so many things that I love- the friends, the Farmer's market, the burrito place that has no name, and Pakwaan- the place that is packed every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday from 7 pm- 11 pm.
The trips that I used to make to the park with my brother and mom when we were first learning to bike ride. Mission peak, the mountain that I have been climbing since I was six- and we used to take the "illegal" shortcuts. And the Baskin Robbins near my house where my cousins used to take me to when I was little. Those are the best parts of my childhood and Fremont.
Sure, it doesn't have a downtown, and isn't a large well known city, but at least it has its own charm, and I guess I could say that there really is no place like home.
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