Childhood memories… My friend has some amazing skills with play dough!
Nothin’ like a homemade pizza. Whole wheat crust, diced tomatoes, copious amounts of garlic, fresh mozzarella, crushed red peppers and basil. YUM
Some of my new housemates for Winter and Spring quarter of Junior year at UCSB! Shani is an honorary housemate :)
January 2-4, 2012. This was my first trip of 2012 to Big Bear. I hadn’t been snowboarding in YEARS, and even though I wasn’t too great at it I had an amazing time with a great group of people. I feel very fortunate that I had the opportunity to go and can’t wait to go again!
I’ve been home from Australia for 4 months now.. and the transition has been anything but easy. I can’t tell if all the emotions I’ve been feeling have been due to reverse culture shock or all the hardships with family and friends. I’m sure it’s a mix of the two… but it’s all made me wish I was back in Australia… or just anywhere else, really. But regardless of where I wish I was, I’ve learned that I can make it work wherever I happen to be. And it made me realize, I love traveling to all these places and seeing new things, experiencing new people, but there’s so much about my own home that I overlook and don’t appreciate. Heck, I live in California and haven’t even been to Yosemite. I’ve never really walked around Hollywood and seen the stars. Yes I know I’ve done a lot here, but there are SO many beautiful things I should be exploring that I’m not.
So, until my next departure, I plan on exploring my own country a little more and keeping this passion alive. I need to remember what I had in the past as a great experience, and appreciate what I have around me now. This blog will hold as a reminder of my great adventures - past, present and future.
Pura Vida :)
My flight home leaves in 4 hours, then it’s all over. And to be honest, I don’t know what I feel right now. I know I’m ready to go home and I’m so excited to be back, but I can’t help but have this weird knot in my stomach. I don’t know if that’s because I’m nervous for some stuff at home, or if I’m sad about leaving people here. I’ve been in denial through most of the goodbyes… I’ve actually felt like a bad person for the fact that I wasn’t crying. I think it’s taken me going home to realize it’s all over. I know that my close friends here I’ll make a point to see sometime in the future, but the ones that I wasn’t so close with… makes me sad to think I won’t see them again. Well, as Green Day puts it… ”It’s something unpredictable, but in the end it’s right, I hope you had the time of your life”
And I did. That’s all that matters at this point.