What do you suppose happens when something makes you feel so comfortable and so happy, in a place where without this certain thing you would feel totally alone? You naturally let yourself get attached. I've been wondering lately if the thing I've let myself get attached to is something I would want if I had the rest of my life here with me, and unfortunately the answer is yes. Not so unfortunate in the grand scheme of things, but mildy hurtful on a day-to-day basis. Sometimes things just sneak up on you...
I made last-minute travel plans to go see the band play at Outside Lands in San Francisco on Sunday. I'm so excited. I need a day away from LA and my own brain, and the company I'll be keeping is great. Plus, I remember booking imaginary flights to San Fran when I was younger and praying that one day I'd get to go because I wanted to see it soooo badly (blame it on Full House hahaaaaaa). I like when wishes I had when I was little come true, it's the most satisfying feeling in the world. Though, my 8th grade self wanted a lime green Mazda Miata, and I'm happy to report that I'll be OK if that one never actually happens.
What would Franklinville think if she knew how much I've already fallen for this place? Photo of the day: Pierce Hill, between the Allegany River and rt16. I've been extra into
photography lately. Maybe it's because there's so much stuff around me that I've never seen before, or maybe LA brings out the creative side of me? Either way, I'm glad I have my camera with me (though I just realized I left it in my desk drawer at the office, FUCK. I guess I had to go back there to grab my bike tomorrow anyway...) so I can document all the weird things happening to me lately.
I should probably go to bed...I'm completely exhausted and I know this is my only chance to get 8+ hours of good sleep since the next week and a half will be so crazy. I feel better writing even if I said absolutely nothing. That's the whole purpose of a blog, no?
xo
I made last-minute travel plans to go see the band play at Outside Lands in San Francisco on Sunday. I'm so excited. I need a day away from LA and my own brain, and the company I'll be keeping is great. Plus, I remember booking imaginary flights to San Fran when I was younger and praying that one day I'd get to go because I wanted to see it soooo badly (blame it on Full House hahaaaaaa). I like when wishes I had when I was little come true, it's the most satisfying feeling in the world. Though, my 8th grade self wanted a lime green Mazda Miata, and I'm happy to report that I'll be OK if that one never actually happens.
What would Franklinville think if she knew how much I've already fallen for this place? Photo of the day: Pierce Hill, between the Allegany River and rt16. I've been extra into
photography lately. Maybe it's because there's so much stuff around me that I've never seen before, or maybe LA brings out the creative side of me? Either way, I'm glad I have my camera with me (though I just realized I left it in my desk drawer at the office, FUCK. I guess I had to go back there to grab my bike tomorrow anyway...) so I can document all the weird things happening to me lately.I should probably go to bed...I'm completely exhausted and I know this is my only chance to get 8+ hours of good sleep since the next week and a half will be so crazy. I feel better writing even if I said absolutely nothing. That's the whole purpose of a blog, no?
xo
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