It hurts to talk...so I'll just write instead
Sometimes when I get a little down, I remind myself that I live in Santa Cruz. Then, everything doesn't seem that tragic. Not that it was to begin with.
On Wednesday, I worked from 530am to 1230, which may seem like a drag, but it's kind of nice having the rest of the day. In my mind I had all of these plans...I always do that. Make lists of chores, tasks, what have you. My plans, expectations and assumptions didn't go through, as usual. Instead of buying school books, reading CH 1 in Experimental Psych, working out, and cleaning my room, my day consisted of the following:
an 85 degree day with no clouds, collapsing on my bed in hopes of a nap, a knock on the door from Rebecca, a drive to Saturn for a little takeout, the beautiful drive back along the coast with views of wave-hogging surfers and cheery locals, another drive along highway one with Modest Mouse perfecting the mood, Carla and Rebecca leading me to a cave hidden amidst mossy rocks and tide pools filled with sea urchins, a climb up a dangerous but also exciting cliff, watching a wave that was big enough to kill a small horse, innocent prancing and running through the waves, wading through our own personal "ocean cappuccino", and a recognizable kiss from the sun that reveals the events of the day to anyone who looks upon it...nothing I expected, but everything I wanted.
I'm the luckiest girl
eva
On Wednesday, I worked from 530am to 1230, which may seem like a drag, but it's kind of nice having the rest of the day. In my mind I had all of these plans...I always do that. Make lists of chores, tasks, what have you. My plans, expectations and assumptions didn't go through, as usual. Instead of buying school books, reading CH 1 in Experimental Psych, working out, and cleaning my room, my day consisted of the following:
an 85 degree day with no clouds, collapsing on my bed in hopes of a nap, a knock on the door from Rebecca, a drive to Saturn for a little takeout, the beautiful drive back along the coast with views of wave-hogging surfers and cheery locals, another drive along highway one with Modest Mouse perfecting the mood, Carla and Rebecca leading me to a cave hidden amidst mossy rocks and tide pools filled with sea urchins, a climb up a dangerous but also exciting cliff, watching a wave that was big enough to kill a small horse, innocent prancing and running through the waves, wading through our own personal "ocean cappuccino", and a recognizable kiss from the sun that reveals the events of the day to anyone who looks upon it...nothing I expected, but everything I wanted.
I'm the luckiest girl
eva