BAWLDIMORE MERLIN

Two weeks!  In two weeks I am leaving San Francisco to move back to Baltimore!  I clamored to leave that place for YEARS and when I finally got as far away as I could without crossing an ocean I decided to go back!  I was NOT a New Yorker and there is practically nothing I miss about living in that city.  When I hear it called a visitor's town, I understand.  But I really, really love San Francisco.  It breaks my heart to leave.  Maybe one day I'll go back.  I'm very excited to go back to Baltimore, and I cannot wait to have a freakin' crab cake with a side of gravy fries.
AND this summer, I wanna go to Ocean City!  Although I currently live 4.2 miles from the Pacific Ocean, it's not a beach in the East Coast sense of the word.  Instead of a boardwalk and lots of idiots and children, there's just a highway, homeless people, and a graffiti wall that drunk teenage girls pee on.  Oh, and a windmill.  I think the nearest beach town is Santa Cruz.  There's a boardwalk and some rides, but it's just not the same.  People don't 'vacation' there religiously every weekend and everything closes at night.  There is no Seacrets!

Here's a piece I've been holding onto for just the right time.

You don't go to the beach or to the shore, you go DOWN THE OCEAN.

Little Proofs

There are some things, for me, that hold a strange allure of promise.  This is a phenomenon that I can't even begin to explain without sounding like a total idiot, but I'll try.  A new pack of crayons, a package of socks, the nail polish section of ULTA.  There are just certain mundane things that I see in stores that promise to change something about my stupid little life for the time that I have them and they are new......Experts would probably classify this as a disease called hoarding.  I, however, cannot resist the promise of a new pack of INDEX CARDS.  In my mind, every single one of those cards is a succinct little story...it begins, it happens, and then it ends.  Done!  I need to commit to nothing more except the blank (or lined) space on that 3x5 card.  So anyway......

It's so much easier to avoid thinking about things until they actually happen.  Right?
So, anyway, happy belated new year.  Who knows what will happen this year?

Baby's First Couch

Busted Bridesmaids

Fire Couch

This video really rules.

Mumford & Sons - Little Lion Man