The Hardest Part About Living In Sacramento For Me Is...

It's been a few years since I arrived in Sacramento. A lot's changed in my life since then. I've moved into a new house, started a "new" job here at KFBK, got married, became a husband and a dad. 

It's been tough for my wife, who grew up in the same city I did, San Diego. She made the sacrifice to leave her friends and family down there to move up here to be Mrs. Mitchinson. I know it wasn't easy, because unlike me, she's lived in So. Cal all her life. 

Moving around's never been a problem for me. San Diego was where I grew up, but I don't know if it ever really felt like "home." At least not the same way it does for "E" and our kids. But the one thing I miss daily from my days down there are my best friends, Greg and Steph. 

I met Greg when I moved to Santa Barbara from San Diego in the mid-90's. He was one of the first people I met the day I started at my new job (he worked in sales at the same station), and had also lived and worked in San Diego before he moved to the central coast. We hit it off immediately. 

He and his wife Steph became my closest and best friends. I was at the hospital the day their first child was born, and celebrated when daughter number two arrived a few years later. They were my sounding board for career choices. We celebrated birthday's and holidays together, and they helped me get through the death of my mom. 

Shortly after I moved to the northwest for a new job in 2000, they followed. We lived a street apart. Years later, they decided to move back to San Diego, and I took a job in Seattle. But even though we didn't see each other as frequently anymore, we still remained close. And when we did get together, it was as if we had never been apart.

When "E" and I got married last year, Greg officiated at our ceremony. That's the kind of relationship we had. And it's the kind of relationship I know we'll continue to have. Yes, we don't live in the same neighborhood any more, and because of the distance, don't see one another as often as we'd like. But when you have friends like these, it doesn't matter. 

I carry them and their daughters around in my heart every single day. That sounds corny, doesn't it? I don't care. As another birthday fast approaches, and I turn another year older, I realize the importance of friends. I don't have a lot. I have colleagues and acquaintances, but the number of true "friends" I have I can count on one hand. That's fine by me, because like so many good things in life, it's not about the quantity of friends one has, but the quality. 

Dan Mitchinson

Dan Mitchinson

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