Oh yay!!!

I have officially become a mobile blogger. How freaking amazing is that?

To celebrate this momentous occasion I will now show you a picture of me prior to my taco run and one of my dinner (which I ate at 11pm) :

Oy Vey! Apologies (Again) and Other Rabbles.

did i or did I say that I can never finish those month writing challenges?

Ugh. I feel like a failure. 

Pure, genuine, 100% grade-A failure.

Kidding.

It's so hard maintaining a blog when you spend a good majority of your time in a place that does NOT have internet. There are always things I want to say and while I do try hard to keep it up... it's hard. This past summer I knew full well that maintaining this blog would not be realistic and hard to do. Last year my sister gave me a beautiful leather bound journal in which I intended to document my day-by-day adventures over the summer and write about all my hopes and dreams until catastrophe happened and I no longer wanted to document. In contrast, I wanted to forget.

Okay, lie. I did want to document but do you know how hard it is to keep your writing speed synchronized with your brain? I want to say too much and I can't write nearly as fast as I would like and then the writing becomes sloppy and the mere sight of my page depresses me and I suddenly want to rip out the page and start over but I know it will only ruin the book and instead I toss it aside, out of sight and out of mind.

Where is this said leather journal now, you may ask? It's on the highest shelf in my bookshelf. 

Away from prying and snoopy people. Waiting.

Fresh parchment and endless space for ideas and thoughts growing cold while my fingers work endlessly and tirelessly on a keyboard a few cities away.

In other news.

School is starting up again soon.

Doesn't it seem like  forever since I was last in a classroom?

I'm not exactly complaining. I wanted to become a lot more cultured this summer.

Visit places and explore the city in which I was born as would a tourist.

I wanted to see it with fresh eyes, thrilled by every stop sign and fellow pedestrian.

WOW, THEY LIVE IN LOS ANGELES.  I wanted to feel like.

This summer I took a trip to New York City, Washington D.C, Philadelphia and Houston.

New York has this sort of magic about it that I can't quite put into words.

You step foot and you strangely feel ...at home.

 

Walking down the streets you can't help but picture yourself living there, picking at your brain for reasons as to why you don't already.

This wasn't my first time visiting New York but the thrill is always the same.

'Let's go to that little shop we always go to in The Village!.'

 

'Remember that really good pizza place in Union Square?'  

Every area brings thrill, excitement and a feeling of wonder.

You're in freakin' New York. 

Or is it because I'm not from New York that is all seems to magical? 

Sitting on a bench in Battery Park, melting and sipping an ice cold water bottle I began to think.

Do you think everyone feels that way when they are in other cities?

Do people feel that way about Los Angeles? I often feel like I take LA for granted.

'Oh, damn downtown traffic.'

'Ugh, hate how many people are always in hollywood.'

'It's so hot!' - it's 75 degrees.

Do people from New York feel the same thrill stepping foot in LA as we do there?

And not just New Yorkers. Anyone who doesn't live here.

Who knows.

I spent two weeks away from the city I call home and I'm not ashamed to say that I was at the point of tears when that plane flew over Downtown LA. 

The other places were okay too...I guess. :P

Here are some pictures from my travels:

Freedom Tower

The view of the New York Stock Exchange from where we stayed.

Times Square- Broadway at 1am

Printing Press

En Route to Washington D.C.

The White House

JFK Grave Site

Lincoln Memorial 

Lincoln Memorial 

The Smithsonian 

Hippie Protest outside the White House

Liberty Bell

The Capital