Ever since I was a little girl I've always dreamed of traveling; of leaving California and seeing things that aren't in California. I've lived here my whole life. Although there is plenty to see and you can never fully see "everything", I feel like I've had my fill of what I need to see... I've always wanted more, wanted, different. I remember saving up money multiple times throughout my adolescent years but something always came up like car trouble, bills, necessities. My dream of leaving California started to fade away and I started to believe that perhaps traveling wasn't in the books for me, that perhaps my destiny was to stay here.

Last year I took it upon myself to REALLY put my foot down and save up for a trip. I had just gotten a new bar tending job in a little dive bar in LA and I was making decent enough money to pay my bills, have a social life and save up! I had never been out of the states so I decided to look at tours and found one for London, Paris, and Barcelona. 

Anyway, I came back home after 11 days of exploring and adventures. I felt my heart break as I woke up on my last day before my flight back to California. Coming back left a void in my chest, I feel like something is still missing, I feel sad.

My sister Wendy moved to Florida to go live with her boyfriend Kevin. I've been feeling sad since she left. The saddest I've ever felt in years. I miss her so much and I think about the last time I saw her in my room right before my parents took her to the airport, we hugged each other sooo tight and I cried so hard as they drove away. 

logging off till next time.