A photo set from a Sunday funday before my red eye to London later that evening. I found these again a few days ago I was scrolling old film. Ya know, I’ve relieved myself the stress of trying to understand the unfolding’s of life. My specific happenings, but also the larger picture. It is all such a fascinating and exciting mystery to me, but one I no longer need to dissect as I’ve accepted I’ll never truly know. Alternately, I’ve tried to become acutely aware of the simple things... who charges my battery, who depletes it, what type of stories speak to me, moments I get anxious or ones that make me euphoric for living. I think in relation to that change in perspective, I’ve arrived to a place in my life, over the few weeks specifically and intensely, where I’ve said to myself multiple times, “Well... this is a new feeling.” Many brilliant, a few lonely. But I’ve been feeling overwhelming nostalgic for my life, my experiences, my friends and family, the things that have almost broken me, the nights so good I was desperate for them not to end... what a time. What a thrill this whole living thing. Keep going friends, there’s beauty waiting for all of us x