goin’ home.

“I saw the streets all ripe with jewels 
Balconies and the laundry lines 
They tried to make me welcome there 
But their streets did not feel like mine 

So long, I’m goin’, goin’ home… 

I want the sun to hit my face 
Through oak trees in the open lot 
Forget about the things you want 
Be thankful for what all you got 

So long, I’m goin’, goin’ home…”

 – dan auerbach

as you read this, that’s exactly what i’m doing. flying in the sky…

goin’ home.

the weather is calling for a low of -27, high of -17, which is pretty balmy compared to recent weeks. i don’t even have a winter jacket since vancouver hardly flirts with negative numbers (thank the Lord…)

but it will be the first time i’m officially traveling home for the holidays. and i couldn’t be more excited.
frigid cold snaps and all.


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