Seriously, let’s all hear it for living 2 hours from your best friend. No more of this nonsense of seeing each other every few months, oh helllllll naw. We’re on each other like white on rice now; if our little hearts desire bestie/margarita/shopping time, our little hearts get all of the above. And that’s exactly what happened this weekend:
Some snapshots of our 24 hours together in San Diego:
Clockwise from top left: Pigment, a delightfully curated shop in North Park | Succulents galore | Messy braid for a lazy Sunday | Heaven in the form of Steph’s bed | Our margarita connoisseur, Ivan, at Casa Machado | Terrariums hanging from the ceiling | Margs | This book was very fitting for one half of us | An adorable family we happened upon, creating terrariums (!)
And all this aside… all this giggling and debauchery and laziness and all that aside, this weekend marked a sort of shift in my other co-blogger half, one I think only those who’ve been around her these past few months would pick up on. Instead of clouds and tears, there was sunshine and a lot, a LOT of laughter. Optimism about her new job, about her new surroundings, about life. I know it’s baby steps, but I was proud of her. Sooo very proud and happy for her.
After about an hour of being with her, a scene from one of my favorite movies popped into my head. For those of you who’ve never seen it, Swingers is a movie about an actor who moves to LA to make it big – and then gets unceremoniously dumped by his longterm girlfriend. After watching him struuuugggggle to surface throughout the whole movie and figure out a way to get out there and be happy, he finally meets a girl out one night. Her name is Lorraine. His ex’s name is Michelle:
I love this scene for showing that exact moment when the future suddenly presents itself and one decides to embrace it.
Here’s to new beginnings 🙂
xo,
