beach boys.

This past Thursday was scheduled to be a day of visiting and catching up with old friends. That however was cancelled due to last minute changes.  As a way to not let our day off go to waste, we took a trip down to the beach.  We drove 45 minutes south of Downtown away from the busy city streets, away from the 'popular' California beaches to a small local beach in Long Beach: Mothers Beach. 

There's nothing like escaping the daily routine.

GROWTH.

So I've been out of my parents house maybe for 3 weeks or so, and I'm still not used to living out on my own (well not really on my own), it feels so weird to not have a curfew, or have to ask for permission, or be asked to do favors. It might be that I am still in shock, but living on my own actually feels to me like a vacation. That's the only way I can describe it. I feel like it's too good to be true, like I am away on vacation or I am spending the night with Victor for a couple days and will have to head home to my parents soon, BUT that's not the case. So far it has been really great, all my friends ask me how it feels to be living with my boyfriend and it's been like a dream. Of course it was hard leaving my family, and I admit to crying a lot the first few days (even now I sometimes get a bit homesick), but I feel liberated, most importantly I feel independent. Simple things like going grocery shopping feels SO GOOD because I'm shopping for OUR apartment.

I WONDER WHY I DIDN'T DO THIS SOONER.