tarynitup

had you told me that things would get so heavy that i’d be booking a 7:15 am flight on a saturday morning to SANTA ANA, CALIFORNIA 3 weeks ago…well I would have believed it. but damn, getting there at 5:30 was ROUUUUUGH. and i had the aisle. ugh. better than the middle.

there it was. all of a sudden the “Weeds” theme song popped in my head.. and stayed there the whole 2 days. sometimes i physically remove myself when things get to be where I feel like I can’t deal with anymore, so i’m literally unable to people please/emotionally drain myself. west coast was warmer, san diego sucked… geographically need to move by each big city north… so santa ana!

leaving texas at 7:15- that’s leaving at 5:15 cali time. landing at 8:30 am cali time and not having the flight home until 6:40pm the next day- i had so much time! obviously- any state that i can, the first stop is the medical store! haha. newport gardens. the girls name was love, and she was super sweet. then uber to the hotel (my uber was a tesla…weird) i had a backpack, i didn’t wanna carry it all day, so i was going to see if the hotel would let me drop it off. after the uber guy talking about the attitude of people that live in southern cali- i saw it. the hotel was like ya, totally, rooms open- check in like 9 hours early, totally cool. sweet!

the hotel was LITERALLY across from the beach. and next to a place that served fooooood (it was brunch time) and THE OUTPOST. TONY! what a cool dude.

first, “eat, chow”. this mimosa flight was SOOO good. i know the one on the right is strawberry lemonade, then mango, then a peach, and then a weird spicy one. i wasn’t like..THAT hungry, but i was about to start drinking a mimosa flight at 9 am on a Saturday, so I ate these huge fking pancakes. so good. such a mistake. then…the outpost!

This place was next door the hotel. Walking into it.. you’re like what the hell is this! He had everything! He had paint roller refills, a shop LED light, he sold razors and stamps.. but he had these cards and pictures everywhere. Checking out (the first time) I was like “that’s a really good E.T!” and he said “i’ve been here since 1985, and that was my first gift I got and I’ve kept it all these years”. This old man was so sweet. Small and frail asian man, who had fingers you could tell had been typing on a register for years, with such an awesome attitude. He told me he works 10 hours a day, and sleeps upstairs. AND- he had dr. pepper.

you don’t realize how small you are until you’re at the (what feels like) edge of the world. i stood there with my feet in the sand, having some really hard truths thrown at me from my brain…and was realizing that if i kept my feet right there, they’d continue to be buried even deeper each time. i accepted a lot in that 2 day period.

i also learned that balboa island is awesome, the ferry you just walk on and pay 1.25 to ride is legit and they’re OBSESSED with frozen bananas. the balboa bars are awesome too, but the chocolate coating is thiiiiick. and- there’s always donuts. GOOD donuts. they have good coffee, and it’s exactly the way you would think it looks. the barista that made me the iced cinnamon maple latte w/lavender- he just looked like he was made for that job. haha.

worth it.