As often as I think of moving away, I think Newport will always be home. I have too many memories here.
As a little girl, my Grandma would always take me to John Wayne Park, which overlooks the Bay.
I remember even as a teenager, she’d drive us there and we’d have a little picnic and watch the boats in the Bay.
I find myself going there often. Usually I grab Baja Fish Tacos and then picnic on the grass. Sometimes I go at night to watch the Newport boats parade.
My grandma wasn’t buried, and I feel like I have no place to really go when I want to talk to her or figure out my life. So I go to that park. I sit by the tree and I think of all the things I wish I could tell her. I write in my notebook and somehow I feel closer to her.