(photo gallery is under the blog as always - keep scrolling)

The second I booked the flight, the shit eating grin came across my face and rarely left for the following week. I was gonna be leaving for Cali in 3 days, alone. I had been thinking about California for a while but the desire had really grown in the last couple months. This new found feeling I had was one I was having trouble putting my finger on. I later realized it was freedom. The freedom to do what I want, when I want. The freedom to book a last minute trip and not having to tell a single soul. All I had to do was make sure I locked the door to my tiny new apartment when I left. You can look at it a couple different ways, some might feel alone. I don’t feel that way. I feel free, I feel independent.

4 days in California. I flew into LAX and grabbed a car from Hertz. I had an Airbnb booked in a guesthouse in the Pacific Palisades. That alone was something new. I have stayed in my fair share of Airbnbs but always opted for a completely private residence because I felt a responsibility for someone else’s safety. Not this time though. The only person I was responsible for was me and that itself was different. The feeling of excitement and adventure that I had on that coast to coast flight is hard to explain. I’ve flown alone before but I had always been going to see someone on the other end. Never had I done a completely solo trip like this and that amount of independence was fulfilling. I got to do almost everything I wanted while I was there but I would have been just as content taking it all in, on top of the bluffs. The ambience was one of a kind.

I have so many thoughts on this trip and I’ve tried and tried to organize them into a post but I just can’t do it how I want and to be honest I just want to post the photos because I am impatient. I know this is all over the place but that’s kinda how my mind is lately. I hope you enjoy and I thank you for looking.

-Peace

-Book a flight on a Monday for Cali on Thursday. Rent a car and drive it down the pch. Go hike in Malibu, go dip your toes in the Pacific. Go do the things you want to do. Wait for no one, because no one is waiting for you. -

- I finally get it, I’m a wandering soul and that’s all there is to it. I left for the solitude, I left for the stories and I left for the adventure.

-This trip was everything. It was everything I wanted and everything I needed. I’m not going to sit here and say I found myself on the west coast but only because I already knew who I was. I just confirmed it.-

These are 3 different journal entries I could never bring together, but I feel like they belong right here.