It’s been nearly three months since I’ve put pen to paper (unless you count grocery lists, packing lists, and school-related requirements – which I don’t). While I have not had the correct mindset to weave a witty tale or the spiritual fortitude to be at all philosophical, I do miss documenting my journey, for my own sake. My ‘to-blog’ list is getting a bit daunting and my photos are screaming out for acknowledgment (again, my own) and organization, so I’ve decided to post sporadic snippets of life as I feel like it (if for nothing else than to check them off and remember them later) rather than trying to tell a chronological tale. So for a somewhat recent experience, my first time (outside of the airport) in California:
Getting ready to land in LA (from Sydney) at dawn:
And about a month later (on the return), a ten hour jaunt around the city (while killing a long layover at LAX):
Santa Monica Pier:
I’m no city girl, but what’s not to love about a warm, sunny beach (especially having just survived January in Ohio)? Special thanks to my top-notch personal tour guides, who rescued me from reenacting “The Terminal” for the umpteenth time.