Tomorrow

I always knew the day would come at some point, I guess I was just never truly prepared for how it would feel. Tomorrow I am closing a chapter in my life and leaving home for the first time. My girlfriend and I are going to head out early, drive across a few states, and end up in Boulder, Colorado which will be home for a couple of months. It's a little nerve-racking to be heading away from the coast and home for an extended period of time, but it's exciting and something I've been wanting to do for awhile. I'm hoping that all of the green and lush environment will leave me breathless and endlessly snapping photos and writing music. As I sit here in my room for what will be the last night for sometime to come, it's difficult to not think back to all of the memories I have here; both fond and not so fond. I will miss home and my family, but I'm looking forward to all of the possibilites that the open road has in store. Tomorrow will be a day I doubt I'll forget.

My home

Heading north

I'm really looking forward to this upcoming weekend. On a whim I've decided to take a 4 day surf/camp/explore/soul search trip to Santa Barbara. I've got the Jeep loaded down with surfboards, cameras, wetsuits (I'll need them), and is fueled up and ready to go. Hoping for some swell (i.e absolutely any waves), and good conditions. Stars should be epic.

This is now

things for me are just kind of on auto pilot mode right now. and to be honest i hate it. i'm quite sick of the mundane and everyday. it looks like i may be transplanting to the east coast in the near future. how near, i can't say, because i'm not even sure. all i know is that it may happen. but even that hasn't shaken things up enough. i was going to fight tooth and nail to stay here in california, but now florida doesn't sound as bad. maybe a fresh start is a good thing. i'm not sure. seems i'm rarely sure of things. at least of things like this. there are things in my life i am whole-heartedly sure of. i'm sure that the city lights will always catch my stare. i'm sure that nothing beats driving at dawn with only a camera sitting in the passenger seat. i'm sure that coffee tastes better at night. i'm sure that the 101 should only be driven going north; coming south on it just depresses me. i need to be shaken. today feels like yesterday which feels like tomorrow which feels like 3 months ago. all days blend into each other. i want to tell stories and not need to think "Wait, was that this week or last week?". I want each day to be its own day. I'm tired of being fed up with monetary issues. It's rare i bleed this much into this blog, but I feel it keeps me honest and real. I don't want to be fake.

Patterns in traffic

I spend a lot of time navigating the veins of Southern California’s freeways at night. I can’t even begin to describe the thoughts and revelations I’ve had while watching traffic lines and listening to music. It’s honestly one of my favorite things. A good album and an empty freeway at night is where I do my best thinking.

Moments of inspiration

This was a key moment in my life. I had been turning over a lot in my head for the last few months, and it was in this moment that it all finally made sense. This was my “ah ha” moment.