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My trip home felt like I blinked, and it was all over. Like a wrinkle in time. A small break from one of my realities to remember I have a whole life back home. Just, waiting for me to come back to it. Two, completely separate realities. My friends here don't know where I come from, and my friends and family back home can't even begin to conceptualize what my life is like here.

I was so enthralled with being home, I was hardly on my phone. I failed at taking pictures and at communicating with people. I was sad to arrive back to Korea with few accounts of my trip, but the documentation I do have will suffice.

I didn't do as much as I wanted, or have the chance to see everyone that I wanted. But, I think I ended up doing all the things that really mattered in the end. 

I gorged myself with food from Whole Foods.

I did Bikram Yoga and ate at Raw Cafe, in my one attempt to keep my gluttony under control.

I was lazy with my sister and the pups.

I hung out downtown and surprised people with my presence.

I had a small gathering at my house with friends, which resulted in a late night Roberto's delivery.

I road tripped with my mom to see my brother in Utah. We watched shitty reality TV and went on an incredible hike in the morning. We played Scattegories and ate sandwiches.

My sister and I made our way up to my cabin. My favorite place in the world. It was a short trip. Less than 24 hours. But, that didn't matter. I was just happy as hell to be there. In the woods. At the meadow. Taking in the fresh air and re-exploring a place that was a big part of my childhood. A big part of adulthood too.


I shopped and ate and shopped and ate. And spent time by the pool. And shared cuddles with my dogs.

I appreciated my chance to visit home. I wish I could have stayed for longer. It helped me put a lot of things into perspective. I have a better idea of how I want the next few years of my life to pan out. I want to spend more time in Vegas than I previously considered. I am so lucky to have so many amazing people at "home". Not all are quite as lucky as me.

Throwback // San Diego

Over the past few months I've been lucky enough to take a few spontaneous trips to the lovely city of San Diego. We took a little family stroll in February for my mom's birthday celebration. We stayed at a cute little house three blocks away from the beach.

City artwork on our morning run

Waffles stuffed with ice cream 

Typical California street view


And then I was lucky enough to return with friends a few months later. We went to visit Mar, who wisely left Vegas to move out here. She was a cute little apartment with a gentleman she found off of Criag's List. Calling him a gentleman makes him sound old - but he was really awesome and they got along really well. When we arrived we decided we wanted to take the ferry over to Coronado, just so that we could get out on the water for cheap! We had dinner in the touristy shopping center and headed back to meet Mar when she got off work.
 

 

We went to Mission Beach and took this cute photo ^^

We visited Chicano Park and checked out hundreds of incredible murals. 

 

And we went to a brewery and sampled lots of yummy beer and I took a photo in front of a map.  

** Also found this in my drafts from early 2014. Although seemingly incomplete, these are good memories! I'm taking a walk down memory lane at the moment. Since I am really taking it easy the beginning of this year (and end of my contract in Korea), I have more time to do some house keeping with my blog and photos. There are still a chunk of places in Europe I've never written about, and I would really like to get those done before I start traveling again in June!