Just went for an extra long walk, cause my dog is at my parents' house. I wanted to photograph, because I have not (for kicks) in quite some time, it seems. While I was walking around I was thinking about how much I love where I live. How blessed I have been throughout this semester, to have ended up here.
There are at least 4 crazy things about this apartment; so-called coincidences, or facets of its location that just make it awesome. When I think about moving out of it, I get sad. I really love it, I'm so comfortable here.
But again, on the notion of how everything fell into place and the location being perfect, I know I'm in the right place. I've kind of been thinking about how different things are than I imagined, how different my life is. It's not as picturesque, but I don't care an ounce. It doesn't distress me anymore to think about the fact that I could've been living in california right now. It wouldn't be this good. I could be going to [my former dream] art school, but it wouldn't be this good. My life could've been way different, but it's really good just the way it is.
