This was taken recently on another trip to Disneyland, at the entrance to California Adventure. I've been cramming in as many trips as possible--thanks to my wonderful friend/D-land buddy, Jon--seeing as how Disneyland is an Orange County, CA, exclusive.
As my time left here in California quickly diminishes (two weeks left to go!), I find myself more and more referring to experiences as my "last." And it kills me to think that there are so many things I always put off until later...spending the whole day at Amoeba, going to San Francisco, going to Sea World, having lots and lots of bonfires at the beach, going back to Lost Valley...I'm growing increasingly attached to a lot of experiences I've never had, all because I'm not sure I ever will. At least, not for a long while. The prospect of leaving and never returning has had a bittersweet effect, thus far: I'm realizing what I've taken for granted here, and I'm trying to appreciate what's left to savor.
It's safe to say I'm in transition. It's definitely odd. It's exciting, yes; it's scary, sure; but altogether, it's simply...uncertain. And I'm unsure how I should feel about it all.
But I love this picture, and I love how it's me--in a surprising kind of way.
We need to go to Disneyland together. STAT.
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