Big Sur
I always thank my parents secretly for settling in California instead of Texas. Nothing against Texas, it’s just not California. Anyways, I had a lovely visitor all the way from Pennyslvania a couple of months ago. In that week that he was here, we did so much but so so little. It made me realize that there are so many things I want to do but haven’t and I don’t have any clue as to why. I used to live less than 2 hours away from Santa Cruz and I barely went for the first time this year and I live so much farther now. It’s kind of annoying, to say the least. The other day as I was hanging out with my old friend and he asked me what I had been up to, which was pretty lacking. Then he told me that before he knew knew me, he always thought I did things and was an explorer. Which is odd because I did too. It made me think well why the fuck can’t I? Having said all of that, I decided about an hour ago to plan a trip to Big Sur. It’s only about 4 hours away from here. The who and whats are irrelevant right now all that matters is that this is happening.
