you could burn down this town if they made matches from fear...
I can’t even begin to describe the raw place that this night has created. I stumbled across Devon's live journal and fell head-first into a well of San Francisco nostalgia. Unable to swallow the massive lump in my throat due to a severe overdose of these elusive memories, I thought it was an appropriate time to create one of these pages for myself.
There are so many sweet little bits of magic that I am afraid I will never be able to recapture from this past year. I can't even begin to describe how much I have grown because of them, and how much I will truly miss the excitement of experiencing LIFE in all it's electric glory for the first time.
Two weeks 'til I'm leavin' on a jetplane once more...sittin' on the dock of the bay...watchin' the tide roll away...
*aLi*