"Home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go." - Sarah Dessen
My little sister posted this quote a while ago and I loved it and I feel like it resonates with my traveling life and gypsy heart right now. Getting to spend a month at home, in Los Angeles was exactly what I needed. I didn't realize how much I missed my friends and my family and life there. And so it was good to have time with all of them. But I always wish I had more time.
The first few days were slow and really rough with jet lag. I feel like the jet lag gets more brutal each time and each way I go back and forth. Dare I say that I'm getting older. I did have a week where I decided I didn't like Los Angeles, but I kind of went back and forth all month on this decision. things that i love include: my family, my dad, most of my favorite friends, favorite places to eat including lemonade, star cafe, la cabanita, live music and how many amazing bands come through los angeles' awesome venues, the beach, outdoor movies in parks, hiking, being able to bike in la canada (i rode my bike almost every single day while i was home. i also did a lot of lying on my bedroom floor feeling like i was dying after these bike rides.), costco lunches, listening to the radio in my car, and of course going to dodger games.
Maggie may and her boyfriend sam came to LA and we had lots of adventures. hiking. the getty. playing quizup. eating LA food. the beach. the santa monica pier ferris wheel.
cuties at the getty
maggie may!!
fall out boy was a blast from the past and it made me remember every single night in high school that i blasted those songs. and riding around in cars and "going for drives" with high school friends and boys and how angsty we tried to be. they were amazing and they played a ton of old stuff which i loved. kays wore her best teenage i'm trying to be sad mad and punk at the same time outfit.
love this teenage emo kid
jack johnson was so awesome. i had been dying to see him live in concert. and he definitely lived up to everything i thought he would be. it just reminds me how talented some people are. i wish that i could play guitar or even sing. and he can do a whole multitude of musical things. i love people with such a god given talent / craft like that.
kays
I went to a handful of dodger games. I got two wins and one embarrassing brutal loss with my boys in blue. Dad and I went the first weekend that I was home and Hanley scored a walk off run for a W and it even rained on us during the game, but like true dodger fans, we endured the rain. Kelsey work, Pat, and I went and got a win and Friday night fireworks so I couldn't have asked for a better start to the weekend. Then, Joe, Steven, and Ryan and I went to the game for a Sunday funday (with a loss) but I finally got to see the new bullpen bar which was super fun and i bought a new dodger tee for this season.
sunchasing at the game w dad
short stop photo booth love
my favorite married people
clayton!!
dodger game with these guys
Dad and I went up to san fran for a few days to see Kim & Phil and to go to the Monterey Bay Aquarium. If you haven't been to the aquarium in Monterey, it's so worth it. And it has a ton of jellies!!! Which are my absolute favorite. While we were in the city, we also saw Tito.
jellies!!
visiting in the city w phil and kim
with two of my very favorite / the very best people i know
water balloon fight day
katey told me to park here
E!
G and matt
kate and E testing out nel's new bed/wheel chair before he got to come home
I'm back in Madrid now and I've started the first few weeks of school. I'll have to update you in the next week on goals for this year and new things that are going on. I hope to update later this week bc this is the last week of half days for september so I still have a ton of free time. Hasta luego!
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