Dec 19, 2023
Dear god in heaven Phaya, can you at least finish pulling up your pants before you get nosy?!
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Dear god in heaven Phaya, can you at least finish pulling up your pants before you get nosy?!
California.
If someone asks what my favorite sight would be; sure I'd say the ocean. But really my favorite is when I'm driving home after work when the last dregs of light linger across the landscape, driving up the bridge, and the light from headlights hit the signs illuminated by the orange, blue, and dark landscape. The lights of the city. The potential. I'd also say a book store. With its tranquil silence that lulls me into a trance of need. The need to enter new worlds and become a part of them. The light trickling in to convey a hazy mood. Finding the section I'd been walking towards and the stir of excitement. Tentatively touching the spines. Not knowing which book will entrance me most, causing me to purchase, be the impatient person, and read on the ride home. The environment of a fire with those you love. The crackling and laughter enveloping you in a warm embrace. Your very soul feeling the most relaxed and loved. The smoke clinging to your clothes, the lingering memory. After you change you smell your smoky shirt and smile; that was a good night. Seeing someone bounce in excitement before a movie. Standing in line for popcorn with their face lit up in unrelenting joy that's infectious. Turning to my own movie-goer and reflecting that very excited energy. Seeing their return smile knowing they feel the same way. Then to purchase our popcorn and find our seats. These are my favorite sights.
Land of the Free, Home of the Brave
AS I sit here typing on my good friend Michael's laptop, the weather outside seems to be getting progressively colder with every hour - and all the more inviting. Having seen snow all of four times in my life (one of which was when I was a wee lad in England) waking in the morning to see the streets of Nutley, New Jersey covered in a blanket of powdered magic reawakened memories and emotions of my childhood in a way I had not experienced in 15 years.
The five of us - Harry, Lucas, Molly, Zacc and myself - began our journey leaving Sydney airport on a 15 hour flight to Las Angeles. I don't think any of us have ever stepped foot onto American soil, and despite all of our exposure to its culture, I don't think we were entirely sure of what to expect when we arrived in the country.
To be certain, it was above and beyond anything I could have imagined.