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I don't know what to write on here lately.
I think about it sometimes how I rarely write openly on here anymore. How much things have changed for me in the past few years. How little I feel like sharing with people. How small this town is. How small this coast is.
So mostly it's been photographs and a few very heavily filtered posts.
Today it's lightly raining. It feels nice and it makes everything smell better too. The summer season is in full tilt. I miss most of it being out with the kids during the day. I live in the land of the valley during the work day. Sometimes it drives me crazy. I feel overwhelmed by all the people that swarm the downtown area during the day when I drive home from work.
This weekend was intense work wise. The week is also intense work wise. There are always new kids, new cutomers, things to repair, paperwork to complete. I need a break from people for awhile. I'm burned out.
I like the light right now. I like how I don't know the people walking by the window. I finally recognized someone. A few strung out, drunk, crazed locals in the euro-crew american-tourist mix. Perfection.
I think about it sometimes how I rarely write openly on here anymore. How much things have changed for me in the past few years. How little I feel like sharing with people. How small this town is. How small this coast is.
So mostly it's been photographs and a few very heavily filtered posts.
Today it's lightly raining. It feels nice and it makes everything smell better too. The summer season is in full tilt. I miss most of it being out with the kids during the day. I live in the land of the valley during the work day. Sometimes it drives me crazy. I feel overwhelmed by all the people that swarm the downtown area during the day when I drive home from work.
This weekend was intense work wise. The week is also intense work wise. There are always new kids, new cutomers, things to repair, paperwork to complete. I need a break from people for awhile. I'm burned out.
I like the light right now. I like how I don't know the people walking by the window. I finally recognized someone. A few strung out, drunk, crazed locals in the euro-crew american-tourist mix. Perfection.