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Love it here, still. Went to the beach, the old town thing, went on a tour of the Whaley House, did some shopping, did some wandering, fell in love with the city. My shoulders are burnt. I love the sun. I love being warm. I love wearing flip flops. I love wearing dresses. It smells so nice here. We're going to the zoo tomorrow; I'm super excited. I just love it and I don't think I want to go home. I'm so bummed thinking about leaving and going back to snow and cold wind and negative temperatures. I could stay here forever. It's perfect and life feels amazing right now. I also got to use my "Orb you glad I'm not a ghost?" joke today and it felt great. I love San Diego. I don't even mind all the people.
And now I'm left scratching my head, but I'm not going to let things in Michigan bring me down. But, really, sometimes I think I'm too trusting, especially when I let myself get too into what I'm feeling.