June 27, 2018. My last night in Santa Cruz, California, the only place I had ever known. I spent it with my best friends, sitting on the tailgate of my Toyota Tacoma up in the mountains watching the sunset. The whole thought of actually moving away hit me that night, as I dropped my best friend off at her house. Right as she slammed the car door, I knew at that moment it was going to be hard, but I had no idea just how hard it would be. I remember the day I left, my 16-year-old self-had to drive herself to a whole other state with a full car. I remember saying goodbye to my house, my safe haven, where I grew. I remember driving down Highway 1, the people, the places, and the memories behind me. Every exit I passed, I felt like a tiny piece of my heart went with it.
February 7, 2018 @ 9:25 PM