San Francisco is the sixth city I've lived in (after DC, NYC, Beijing, San Jose, and LA) and today I went back to the first.
I flew down to LA with my folks and my brother to visit our LA relatives, and while I've had enough holidays and enough family to last me another 11 months, it feels amazing to be back in LA.
It's just so warm here, and sunny. And my aunt makes a decent roast.
There are days when I'm looking at my life through thick glass. I think you know the feeling. There are days when you care, and days when you... don't. Can't?
Kerstin and I camp in a pony pasture and chase the solar eclipse across Texas.
We popped out into the sun-bleached streets, and there beside us were Corrin and Dafne, rising up the BART escalator. “Hey! You dressed up!” Corrin lit up and Dafne ducked behind him. With eight minutes to curtain, we walked briskly in the summer breeze. Kerstin nearly started skipping, a will-o’
I guess it was my fault. Kerstin would like the karaoke condoms to be accessible, right as you’re running out the door. In case of a karaoke emergency. I moved them, in a fit of spring cleaning, to the champagne bucket under the table with the car keys and