Isn't life under the sun just a crazy dream?

It's always been in the back of my mind. I mean I've at least known that I'm not going to be in this fucking town after I graduate. But the future was always up in the air. The idea of where that place would be drifted from Los Angeles to Brooklyn to Manhattan and back to Los Angeles. But now it's set. That idea is becoming a reality. And I'm fucking stoked.

Today Rachael came over. And while laying on my bed in the fluster of conversation about absolutely nothing she mentioned California. A few months ago in one of our many facebook conversations we talked about the schools we wanted to go to. Both conveniently in LA. I think as soon as that was established we had one of those telepathic moments where we both were thinking the same exact thing. We'll move out to California. Together.

So when she brought it up again today we started to seriously think about it. Research expenses online. Determine where we hope to be. And start our very informal California fund. Conveniently located in an old shoebox with eighteen dollars and a fuck load of change. And thats when I knew. This shit was actually going to happen. Los Angeles isn't just a dream now. It's happening. Of course it's going to take some serious work. I know I'm going to have to bust my ass. For the money and the grades. But I'm willing to make it happen. Even if I have to sleep on the floor of our studio apartment. Get three jobs. And sell almost everything I own. Because knowing that my dream is becoming reality through this whole process. Makes it all worth it.

In the summer of 2012 look out for two soon to be californians driving cross country in an old SUV. With the dreams of something we've always wanted. And the knowing that it's finally happening.

Let's hope we don't blow everything on concerts and tattoos...

Photograph by Bobby Whigham