We found some shells the size of my hand
Returned 46 hours ago from the most steadily positive Los Angeles experience yet. First adult group roadtrip: closure, rejuvenation, concrete friends. Returned feeling complete, like I'd left nothing behind. Rapid 5-hour drive back up 101-N from Ventura. It's exciting because 2 months ago, we weren't really friends. And it's even more exciting because 6 years ago, they were just random Bellarmine boys whom I stalked, wrote limericks and made buttons for, and called weird names. They welcomed me into their lives and it was cool. "Thanks for coming. It wouldn't have been the same without you." aw.
