do i miss it?
but the truth is, every town is a hometown to someone and i was suffocating in mine.
i was smothered by my small town’s population and was aching to stretch my limbs.
i needed something different, the chance to grow beyond what i came from, a change.
when the opportunity came to leave, i don’t know that i truly put enough thought into it.
within the first week i was miserable. i regretted leaving my pine trees and long gravel driveway that over looked the puget sound.
it was nine excruciating months before i visited home for the first time.
i stayed for 16 days.
i visited my friends at wsu and drank too much cheap rum and ate seattle dogs at 3am.
my mom took me to a seahawks game.
we went to see dave matthews at the gorge and made it to see børns, ellie goulding, and hozier at bumbershoot.
we had bonfires and went boating.
i slept on my mom’s porch on those clear and crisp nights and climbed the jagged hills and walked the trails so close to my heart.
i wore a sweater in september!
it was the perfect pnw vacation and yet the craziest thing happened:
i was antsy to get back to my reality.
to my room, to my job, to my routine.
all this time i was waiting so impatiently to ‘come home’ and the truth was, it wasn’t home anymore.
i had learned that home isn’t always a place to come back to, but rather a place you are building towards.
four and a half years later, i wouldn’t change a thing.
and i will always be pulled back, for those mountain tops and rocky beaches are my roots.
i am made for the grey skies and bonfires and northface jackets, socks worn with sandals.
i will always use my e-brake when i park and pause to let a person go first at a four way stop, regardless if it was actually my turn to go.
i have way too many words to describe precipitation and i have never owned an umbrella.
but i left. and because of that i grew.
and from that growth came a new love for my roots and where i came from. i’ll carry that with me everyday.
who knows if i’ll ever call the upper left usa home again.
maybe. anything could happen.
but i can’t wait to be back.
because i will always be a pnw girl.
Best Friend for Sale.
✔️ original exterior, vintage (some 3 decades); color may change depending on sunlight exposure
✔️ highly functional; equipped with programs for therapy, driving, researching, and bihon-making
✔️ charming (sometimes), very funny, and really smart
✔️ loyal but also honest
✔️ with a 1,000,000TB storage and a 500,000TB RAM that can recall the tiniest details (time included)
Reasons for Selling: ▪️Will get a younger one as this one might need to be pushed around on a wheelchair soon (his words, not mine). ▪️Cannot maintain yoga pose while I was taking this picture. (I draw the line there, Goy!)
😂😂😂 Bitaw. Who needs enemies when you are my best friend???
We don’t always agree, which is good, as it means we will never be quiet and dull.
To more trips (and yamyams while in the trip) with you, Unggoy.
A very late Happy Friendship Day to you! 📷 🙋🏽♀️ #keenygoy#bestfriend#foreverfriends#maypasafriendship#yesfriendsrami#parasamgachismosa#lifeincolor#thankfulandblessed
Family dinner! The yummiest spring salad (homegrown lettuces, golden beets, watermelon radish, cucumbers, feta, olive oil, lemon and a dash of Himalayan salt) and grilled veggies and tri-tip. Had a nice an easy day with the family and a great visit with my cousin and his babies who were visiting from San Diego. Seeing my younger cousin who is the closest thing I have to a brother, be a great dad to two little ones is a treat! Now let’s eat! Happy Sunday from Sonoma!
If you follow Jasmine’s work, you clearly will know she has a thing for snapping close up of hands be it for couples or individuals. There’s nothing more powerful than the stories that can be told by a person’s hands. Have you ever taken a brief moment, stop and look at your own hands. After GE14, I only kept admiring my inked finger for sure. May it be capturing a person’s hidden details and stories from hard labour to tan lines from a newly removed wedding ring.
For me, I talk with my hands (goes flying here and there) when am explaining something passionate. In this case, I saw my hands in a totally different light. When I asked Jasmine, “why are you zooming into my hands?? Just take the flower details ler.” She simply replied, “For you to treasure the hard work you do babe!” 😍
📸 by @jasmn.a *
This message about the early church experiencing persecution from political and religious authorities really hits home. When they prayed, it was not for their own safety, but they asked God for Boldness to keep speaking.