Sunshine is fine.

Worth the wait.

One of my all time favorite bands.  It's good to have y'all back.

I will miss you.

I will not miss you.

JBBQ

Still.

One life to live.

Road to citizenship.

cit·i·zen/ˈsitizən/  Noun: 

A legally recognized subject or national of a state or commonwealth, either native or naturalized. An inhabitant of a particular town or city

Arizona sunrise.

PHX

Good bye, good riddance.

Not your own.

Where I come from.

Nineteen nineties.

Don't you worry with your suitcase, dear.

Roach coach love.

Venice Beach.

Backyard Skyline.

Thai & Cambodian Cuisine.

Oh, how I'll miss you.

Blondie.

Suavecito.

Keep on pressing on.

"The truth is we all get tired, we all get weary.  In fact, if you've never felt like giving up, then your dreams are too small.  If you've never felt like quitting, you need to set some larger goals." -Joel Osteen

And press on, I shall.

Robin Scherbatsky.

Is it wrong for me to enjoy being alone or be comfortable with the idea of it?

Quiet thoughts & quiet dreams.

I always picture myself listening to this song (or anything Gilberto, Getz, Coltrane, etc.) in a big, warehouse-turned-loft in a city like NYC, LA, or SF.  Maybe even Seoul.  This would all be happening with a glass of wine in hand of course.

Move over.

Get out while you can.

All my friends in Texas are telling me that I'm crazy for wanting to move back there.  I don't think it's really a matter of "want" but more so a matter of what's necessary (or what I feel is necessary) at this point in my life.  I'm tired of being stagnant.

This song takes me back to one of my favorite summers yet.  Thank you, summer 2006, for all the great memories.

'Merica!

Growing up.

My childhood was nothing remotely close to what's considered "normal".  I robbed myself of a lot of normalcy.  I guess I still do.  Maybe I prefer it this way.  (I do).

I'm due to move back to Texas in a matter of a few weeks now and the reality of it hasn't really set in for me yet.  All this packing has been bringing back a lot of memories.  Painful, funny, stupid, crazy, vague bits and pieces of the past.  I'm just so grateful that I'm not who I used to be.

All you need is love.

Forever Yours.