It’s July 15th. Over half-way through 2015, and I can’t help but reflect on words I came across today in a slim navy notebook wedged between books next to my bed:
“2015 feels good, like slipping into new shoes that feel broken in somehow. like crisp morning air when you’re dressed appropriately and can appreciate it. this is going to be my year. this is my year.”
don’t forget it.
With year-round sunshine and a (concerning) lack of precipitation, there’s a lot to love about SoCal living. But summertime in the city – it’s the stuff rom-com dreams are made of. Balmy nights and late am brunches. Beachside fireworks and farmers markets bursting with produce.
It may very well be my last summer in los angeles, and I’m making the most of it:
– Because somehow joining a wine club made sense in my life right now (and they have food trucks and live music on the weekends!).
– Everyone knows watching a movie outdoors with a couple hundred strangers in a cemetery is way cooler than streaming netflix with your cat.
– Fireworks at the Hollywood Bowl
– Hiking. Hiking everywhere.
– This farmers market (with celeb sightings, because, LA)
– A list of the best bottomless mimosa brunches in every neighborhood (because, lush)
– The Nordstrom Anniversary Sale
– Free Yoga
– And ending summer with the LA County Fair in september (and a visit to Kailua!)
Make the most of these long summer days, everyone!
(Photos 1, 2, 3)
Came across this list, and now I’m wishing they could rush the release dates so I can round out my summer reading.
Especially looking forward to:
Her first book since the middle-school classic.
This compilation by the woman who wrote the scariest story I’ve ever read.
“A magnum opus for our morally complex times from the author of Freedom”
In the meantime, currently reading: quiet (because it’s cheaper than therapy).
Captivated by these pictures of my grandparents I found while picking photos to include in her birthday slideshow.
By the time I was old enough to remember, they were the cliché of an old married couple – constantly bickering yet incapable of living apart.
It’s uncommon to see such public displays of affection in this generation and culture.
It warms my heart.
I know she misses him. I know we all miss him.