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I love it here. I've slowly slipped into this comfortable routine, and even though there's so much ahead of me, the idea of just staying here and continuing this life sounds so appealing. I'm laying in bed here in Oakland (a bed that was slightly tossed around earlier this week at 4am during an earthquake!), watching television and just having a lazy Sunday, and it feels like home. Okay, so maybe Oakland wouldn't be my first choice for a long-term residence, but it's keeping things exciting for now. The weeks have gone by quicker than I could have imagined, and pretty soon we'll be moving on from this place, and our lives will start a new chapter.
He's my best friend. Around this time four years ago, we were driving nervously through Camden, New Jersey on our way to a Radiohead concert. We were driving all the way to New York City just to catch a movie that we've seen several times already. This time last year, we were living together in Philadelphia and preparing for a week in Los Angeles and Palm Springs. Now, we're driving down the northern California coast and later returning to our "home" in Oakland. We're eating the best sushi we've ever had in gorgeous San Rafael. Our sleep is being disrupted by an earthquake. We're spending some of our days separately exploring this beautiful and new environment, only to end up together at the end of the night watching episodes of Seinfeld and falling asleep to the sound of David Letterman's "top ten" list.
Life.
Yesterday, I rode my bike through San Francisco; my eventual destination being Amoeba on Haight Street. On the way, I stopped at a church bazaar at the Buddhist Church of San Francisco. Comparable to Wilkes-Barre church bazaars.. just minus the beer tents, instant bingo and potato pancakes, and replacing them with a tea tent, real bingo and SPAM sushi. Very interesting. I spent a lot of time on Haight Street and probably spent more money than I should have, but I don't mind.
He's my best friend. Around this time four years ago, we were driving nervously through Camden, New Jersey on our way to a Radiohead concert. We were driving all the way to New York City just to catch a movie that we've seen several times already. This time last year, we were living together in Philadelphia and preparing for a week in Los Angeles and Palm Springs. Now, we're driving down the northern California coast and later returning to our "home" in Oakland. We're eating the best sushi we've ever had in gorgeous San Rafael. Our sleep is being disrupted by an earthquake. We're spending some of our days separately exploring this beautiful and new environment, only to end up together at the end of the night watching episodes of Seinfeld and falling asleep to the sound of David Letterman's "top ten" list.
Life.
Yesterday, I rode my bike through San Francisco; my eventual destination being Amoeba on Haight Street. On the way, I stopped at a church bazaar at the Buddhist Church of San Francisco. Comparable to Wilkes-Barre church bazaars.. just minus the beer tents, instant bingo and potato pancakes, and replacing them with a tea tent, real bingo and SPAM sushi. Very interesting. I spent a lot of time on Haight Street and probably spent more money than I should have, but I don't mind.