This is my home. It's nice to finally feel that |
When I first moved here I looked at the mountains, caught a glimpse, and looked away. My parents stared in awe and appreciation, but I didn't care. Yes Boulderites, hate on me. I don't care about the mountains. The ocean is my niche. But the view from the star was enough to slap me into reality and truly take a look at what is presented in front of me. Even if I don't appreciate the mountains, I can appreciate that view. That view holds my happiness, a part of it that I want to remember forever. I keep taking moments that I love and leaving some happy feelings with them, so that when I go back I can reminisce with respect instead of regret that the moments are over. Lalalala run on sentences, excuse my grammar. We all know I like to ramble, but this is a great one. This is the ramble which speaks of important things, like loving the place I live in.
To conclude, this is one of the first times I don't look forward to going back east. I love my family, but I'd just rather be here all break. Or somewhere warm :) I'll have lots of new pictures and hopefully exciting stories when I get back! Ciao!
I love being on top of mountains, the view just makes you feel so alive.
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