Monday, April 4, 2011

Laugh Until We Think We'll Die, Barefoot on a Summer Night Never Could Be Sweeter Than With You


Bandeau: c/o  Hardcouture via Kathleen of Inspirafashion; Bandage skirt & Sunnies: Forever 21; Shoes: Jessica Simpson Dany Heels; Photos by: DJ Lan

Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros - Home

Interestingly enough, I'm writing this post while sitting in my fuzzy pink bathrobe, as I attempt to get ready for work. I should, in fact, actually be attempting to get ready for work, but when the words come to you, you just have to write. These past couple of days have been nothing but blue skies and sunshine, which as you all know by now, is my type of weather. San Francisco has been delighting us with its plentiful sunshine, and as a result, everyone has been sporting a jollier demeanor, which I have no complaints about. Thus, my love affair with my city by the bay has intensified, and all I can think is, "How can I leave this place?" If you have been following me since the birth of my blog, just seven or so months ago, you have watched me as I moved out of my LA home of four years, traverse across the US on the typical post-grad "finding myself" journey, land in NYC for a week, which I strongly believe(d) was my long-lost soul-city, and then fly alllll the way back to the Bay Area, my actual home. After being away for so long, SF and I seemed to have lost our original spark. You could say we broke up, I found a new lover, Los Angeles, then a self-proclaimed soul-mate, New York, and then the timing with the two just didn't seem to work (doesn't it always seem to go that way?), so I gave SF one more chance, and we got back together. I think a break was really all we needed, because our bond is stronger than ever. Yes, we've had our ups and downs, but home is where the heart is, and San Francisco will always be home. Just like every relationship, we're going to have to work at it. It won't be easy, and there will be times, like the past month of March, where the downs will be outweigh the ups. Is it meant to be? Who knows? I'm only 23, of course. What I do know, is for now, this is where I am supposed to be. When the tides turn, and the winds come blowing my way, I'll undoubtedly move on. So, right now, today, at this very moment, I am going to enjoy every moment we have together. Who knows when this relationship will come to an end.

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