Finally posting about my roadtrip this summer. Taking the grapevine down LA.
There was something about this place that touched my very soul, cleansing, healing. The water swayed as it spoke, and I broke like the waves and the sun's setting gaze. Closing my eyes, I said to myself: this, this is what letting go means. I think we are all worshippers of the sea. Pulling, tugging, returning. We can all move on, but we can't all go back.
Hearst Castle.
This is divinity.
Me with Janey. And then again with Jackie.
These are my best friends, Jane and Jacqueline. I'm going to college with Jane in Arizona, but Jackie is off in New York. They're like my sisters, and I miss them dearly.
Main street, Disneyland. The sky was unreal, just like its surroundings.
Home I go. South on the steamboat.
Palm Sunset. Pismo Beach, California. This is where peace is.
The tea cups can spin us out of our own misery, you know. Blur our surroundings until we are left with only ourselves and the people we love.
California Adventure rave. Bathed in indigo, bathed in light. And we were brought together. Who would've thought, strangers from around the world; one.
Here we all are. Though Eeyore is my favorite, I always loved Tigger as a kid, too. He was light, bouncy, and had a way of leaving everyone else around him a bit brighter. I always wished to be a bit brighter.
And then it was done. Just like my favorite series. My childhood. Gone like the last page, with tears streaming down my face, a plane dragging me farther away from my home, friends, family and everything I ever thought to be permanent. Riding down sunset strip, riding the clouds, the mountains, the sea. And I couldn't do anything about it. And all I could think was just that.
It all ends.
