I grew up in Texas, but I spent every summer with my father and stepmother in California. We'd walk the streets of San Francisco, eat pancakes at the Somoa Cookhouse, and stand with our toes in the surf waiting for the sunset. Double features at the movie theater and late nights at the county fair. Milkshakes and long hikes. Redwoods and tea houses. Those months are like still shots in my mind -- polaroids, of course. I want to find that place of joy again. That feeling when you wake up, bound out of bed, and run to the kitchen because you smell pancakes. I want to find those long car rides, where you lean your head against the window and just watch the world go by.
(Posted Feb 8th, 2020)