It is weird to think I am in Pacific Grove, California with a bunch of people I didn't even know a couple months ago, and when I met I never would have guessed I would be sleeping in their homes and hanging out with their families. But, don't get me wrong, it is good.
Eleven of us were backpacking for a few days in Big Sur, which made me wish I had read Kerouac's "Big Sur". It was really beautiful, with incredible views of huge rolling hills, the occasional whiff of the ocean, gorgeous wildflowers, and enormous redwoods. Good company and a good place to be made it a memorable trip. (not to mention me jumping out of my hammock in the night...that's a story for another time)
Since then, life has been chill (as it should be, I guess). Hmm, I've been bouldering, disc golfing, ocean-watching, aquarium-visiting, reading, and enjoying being in homes.
Oh. I am reading Emerson for philosophy class...I'm excited.
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