on faking life and other things

After the madness and excitement of my family’s visit to San Diego, I got out for the weekend. Ben’s friends have a cabin up in Mammoth so we tagged along for the trip.

The mountains get me every time, people. It’s just a part of my soul that can’t be ridden for every time I’m back in the Sierras, my heart feels fuller. Those missing pieces fall back into place even if only temporary.

I can’t stay in southern California forever.  While I’ve made it my home away from home, I’ve just never felt like me.  

  1. foxwithsocks said: these are great
  2. ayychee said: Seattle.
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