today, before my daily nap i was lying in bed reading the william sonoma catalog that i had stolen from my downstairs neighbor, eating molassas clove cookies and drinking iced coffee.
i had the overwhelming feeling that i was back in california.
california has always been like therapy for me. whenver shit was going down in my life in boston and i felt i couldnt deal, i would go visit my brother for a week, or two, or four and spend my days walking along the beach, sipping ice coffee and smoothies...thinking, thinking, thinking.
my brother moved.
i havent been there in two years.
to be able to find that feeling here in boston, even for just a moment, was inspiring. perhaps happiness can be found on the east coast.
perhaps peace isnt a place, but a state of being.
i had the overwhelming feeling that i was back in california.
california has always been like therapy for me. whenver shit was going down in my life in boston and i felt i couldnt deal, i would go visit my brother for a week, or two, or four and spend my days walking along the beach, sipping ice coffee and smoothies...thinking, thinking, thinking.
my brother moved.
i havent been there in two years.
to be able to find that feeling here in boston, even for just a moment, was inspiring. perhaps happiness can be found on the east coast.
perhaps peace isnt a place, but a state of being.
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Cheers.
Never been to California, actually. I assume you went to some place calmer than L.A. ...?