So I ran away. Like for real. Needed to get away from it all. Went on a rode trip, got lost, saw a bunch of movies, wrote a lot, read a lot, did yoga, and ate a lot. Sorry for the time lapse.
Since back on my trip I have grown a lot. Which is weird to actually notice. It's not just me though, people have been telling me. Growing up is strange. Like really strange. And the idea of coming of age is constant. Happens every time we end a chapter and begin again.
I've been a little bit of a loner, which is OK. And working my way back to the "real world." Every so often though I like to slip away. For example - I got breakfast by myself armed with only the sunday paper then headed to the Fremont Sunday Market. Ending at my favorite place in the world - the fabric store.
Seattle summer = rain in July. I can't get enough of it.
Sneakers (air jordan military 4) x jeans (hand-me-downs)
shirt (H&M) x necklace (forever 21)