Adapting in this foreign land of socal has been an experience.
Six Months have gone by and i find myself slowly assimilating into san diego culture.
i move slower.
have cold aversions.
and respond surprisingly well to stress.
things i love:
partying in socal
getting dressed in vintage clothing
east asian medicine
in this land of beauty, sun, and consumption there is also disharmony.
things that sadden me:
the number of homeless people in socal
my addiction to consumption
being away from my family
fickle socal boys
over cast days
as i sit in a beautiful cafe sipping on my 4 dollar soy mocha latte typing away on my white mac surrounded with east asian books sitting on a comfortable chair in my vintage clothing i reflect on how i became this.
i'm still a lovemonster.
i'm still an artist.
i still search for community and love.
i started to settle into my apartment, despite the fact i will probably move out of it in six months. i decided to live in it as though i will be there for an extended period of time.
i started to fall out of love with some people and decided thats okay.
i started to trust my opinion more.
overwhelmed in december, not really