Hello from Chicago! Took these photos while still in LA and let me tell ya… I’m definitely looking forward to being back in that California sunshine 🙂
Being “home” is such an odd sort of feeling. I am happy to spend time with friends and family, but can’t help but feel as if a large piece of me has outgrown the place it once occupied. I simply feel as if I don’t quite fit in. Anyone else know what I mean? Anyone? Bueller?
Gets me thinking about that quote from Garden State:
“You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore? All of a sudden even though you have some place where you put your sh*t, that idea of home is gone… You’ll see one day when you move out it just sort of happens one day and it’s gone. You feel like you can never get it back. It’s like you feel homesick for a place that doesn’t even exist. Maybe it’s like this rite of passage, you know. You won’t ever have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it’s like a cycle or something. I don’t know, but I miss the idea of it, you know? Maybe that’s all family really is. A group of people that miss the same imaginary place.”
In any case, back to the post and topic at hand. Can’t remember where my shoes are from right now because I think they’re aaaactually six years old (funny story, I wore these shoes to Saks and was looking at my Valentino dream shoes when the man in shoes said he liked mine and i ran away screaming “THEY’RE IN AWFUL SHAPE OMG THEY’RE SO OLD DON’T LOOK AT THEM AHH”)… but will update when I get a chance! Until then, here’s a photo of me being something I like to call “normal”, or, what other people like to call “awkward”.