Once we hit the end of February I am fully ready to have the warmth of the sun on my skin. I need to breath salted air and not wear shoes and eat fruit off trees. All the year round Summer stuff I grew up with as an L.A. kid.
But, in all honesty, it’s mostly because I’m tired of crying.
Winter has, over the last few years, become my mentals main enemy. From January to April an unnamed sadness sits below the surface, the smallest nudge breaking the dam. Thankfully I’m a professional escape artist. I’ve been practicing fantasizing my way out of uncomfortable/painful situations since I was a little girl. This served me as a kid but it’s obviously not super healthy as an adult. So now, I (mostly) recognize the need to stay and sit through the discomfort…except…sometimes I just say eff it and hop in my car:)
So, I made the trip South. Met up with my Brother in Marfa/Big Bend and then headed to ATX to see the fam. It was soul reviving.
Trip Highlights:
not crying
mezcal and the milky way
the immense power of a desert wind/dust storm
every stinkn thing at el cosmico
swells of joy
my crazy, wild, and wonderful TX fam
burritos
burritos
*Enjoy the snaps! (A mix of phone and big girl camera) Images are best viewed on a computer but I know that’s not always convenient. Carry on, cuties:)
