I miss cali so fucking much
the tack store in the old west carriage house
the fresh Mexican food smell in the evening breeze, accompanied by music and laughter
the constant sunshine
the grocery stores, fast food, restaurants, craft stores, thrift shops…all within walking distance or just a short bus ride away
the total strangers that always smiled at me
feeling safe
feeling like it was ok to be myself
being close to LA
Rain. dear god I miss that horse.
palm trees
rocky stubbly mountains
did I mention Mexican food because whatever the hell we have here is not Mexican food
the adorable neighbor family next door with the little girl who was obsessed with Justin Bieber
the packs of wild Chihuahuas that roamed
the little park at the end of the street
driving around in my magenta sports car and seeing people’s heads turn
like seriously this car was PINK and looked like a tiny firebird
having so many hours to myself to just create things and explore
the fair every summer
having a Taco Bell in walking distance
fresh citrus falling off the neighbor’s trees and landing in our yard
fresh pomegranates from the other neighbors
Six Flags
my awesome closet
my loft bed
black widow spiders of all things
the swimming pool in the backyard
I mean I even miss my car insurance office ffs it was in this awesome historic brick building on main street