So, this weekend we went up to help mom and dad move out of Pocatello. They have lived here for 22 years. They are moving to Payson, about 15 minutes south of us. It was really weird being in the house all empty, like the day we moved in.
While we were there we stopped at this great little drive in at Ross Park. It has a particular delicacy that I think is unique to Pocatello. It's called Taco Spaghetti.
I ate it on my lap in the car. Which is kind of hard, because it's messy. But oh so good. And twice as good when consumed with a cherry shake. Yes. We totally abandoned our "healthy by 36" objectives here.
So goodbye Pocatello. My last familial ties are gone. I imagine we will swing in every once in awhile to visit some dear, dear friends who still live there. But driving back, I realized that Pocatello hasn't felt like "home" for some time now. The home I grew up in, the memories of cruising around town with my friends, the fun and sometimes crazy things we did, all of that is really just a place in my heart now. It was a good place to grow up. But grow up we must. Thanks, Pocatello, goodnight.
So, this weekend we went up to help mom and dad move out of Pocatello. They have lived here for 22 years. They are moving to Payson, about 15 minutes south of us. It was really weird being in the house all empty, like the day we moved in.
While we were there we stopped at this great little drive in at Ross Park. It has a particular delicacy that I think is unique to Pocatello. It's called Taco Spaghetti.
I ate it on my lap in the car. Which is kind of hard, because it's messy. But oh so good. And twice as good when consumed with a cherry shake. Yes. We totally abandoned our "healthy by 36" objectives here.
So goodbye Pocatello. My last familial ties are gone. I imagine we will swing in every once in awhile to visit some dear, dear friends who still live there. But driving back, I realized that Pocatello hasn't felt like "home" for some time now. The home I grew up in, the memories of cruising around town with my friends, the fun and sometimes crazy things we did, all of that is really just a place in my heart now. It was a good place to grow up. But grow up we must. Thanks, Pocatello, goodnight.
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