Estimated Prophet

Monday I bounded to The Looking Glass to drop off my film for developing. I was so excited to spend my enormous government return on having my memories of my time in California become tangible. Saturday I picked up $90 worth of crisp corners and glossy surfaces. I shocked myself with some of my artistry and congratulated myself on exploring a new area and actually documenting it instead of relying on friends' doubles.

Friday I flew to San Diego to surprise my mom who I hadn't seen since November. It was a happily tearful reunion. Though it has been almost 6 months since I moved, it seems like it's only been a week. It's strange the way time can play tricks on your mind. . .

Anyways. . .in San Diego I realized that the beach was too far from me here in Berkeley. It's an hour to Santa Cruz, just as the beach was an hour from me in New Hope. But I'll always revert to the summer I lived in Charleston and rolled out of bed right into my bikini and after deciding on the best caffeine depot, landing in prime sun tanning and ocean splashing mode. In San Diego though, my proximity to the beach would be even closer. As we drove down Highway 101, I stared longingly at the beach bum apartments with wet-suits dangling on the ramshackle porches neglected only because of their owner's water sport obsessions. I want to sit on those porches at night with sore muscles that wouldn't succumb to the waves, but became a part of the powerful arcs of the water, staring onto the Pacific with awe despite my immersion into it daily. I want to wake up and stretch on those porches and thank Whoever decided to grant San Diego with glorious weather and magnificent views, shaping a lifestyle the entire nation is crazy to not be envious of. I mean, really. . .who wants to live in Syracuse?

Tomorrow I'm going to Lake Tahoe. That government return and quitting my internship has lead to an increase in money and a decrease in responsibility, a detrimental combination that I'm ignoring right now but am anticipating will somehow screw me over in the next few weeks (stay tuned for that rant). Still, I figure I might as well take advantage of this for the short time that I can. I'm not even sure what is in South Lake Tahoe, but I hear it's beautiful and I hear it's one of those places you're "supposed to go to". . .But people said that about me going to college and look what that did to me. . .

I digress. I have to find stuff to do in South Lake Tahoe. I need to figure out how many rolls of film I will need and what kind of weather I need to dress for and what sort of footwear will be required. In the words of my boyfriend, "OMG, like shoes!"

Again, I digress.