Honoring my hometown

I just learned that Milpitas turned 70 at the end of January (being incorporated as a city on January 26, 1954).

Although I was born in San Francisco, Milpitas is where I spent my formative years, from the age of four and a half until I moved out more or less on my own at eighteen.

Thinking about it brings back a lot of memories, especially of the beautiful foothills — vibrant green in the rainy season, golden brown in the summer — on the eastern edge of the town.

Feeling a bit nostalgic now. Sigh.

My hometown hills

There’s a group on Facebook for people who lived (or still live, I guess) in Sunnyhills, the neighborhood of Milpitas where I grew up.

From the age of five until I moved out at eighteen, this view of the hills was what I saw pretty much every single day.

Our living room and kitchen windows faced east, so we looked up at the hills constantly. I remember my mother reciting one of her favorite scriptures: “I will look up to the hills from whence cometh my help.”

I haven’t lived in Milpitas since high school (except for a very brief period in my mid-twenties), but seeing this photo today brought back an intense wave of love for those hills.

It really feels like they’re a part of my DNA.