I’ve returned to Santa Barbara for a little pit stop to see my friends and family before taking off for Southeast Asia. Ever since I made the decision to leave Wisconsin and move to Southeast Asia, life has unfolded beautifully, with ease and full support from the universe.
*Besides the three weeks of walking pneumonia and bronchitis* However there was probably a plan and reason for that.
One cold winter night, I received a random Facebook message from my old friend TO. He said he was going to be in SB and knew that it was a bit of a distance from Wisconsin; however, it had been over a decade since he had been in SB, and he was going to visit his host family, 'The Snyders,' from when we were roommates.
I asked him the dates, and it turned out he was going to be in SB at the exact same time as I was. We had not seen one another for over 15 years. Beautiful.
TO, HG and I met up on a drizzly day here in SB and went for a walk down State Street and relived old memories. We picked up right where we left off.
After our walk down memory lane we decided to visit our old favorite burrito joint Cuca’s.
Where burritos are the size of new borns.
As we were devouring our food, I felt this large and looming presence hovering over the table. My initial reaction was to grab my phone from the edge before it was swiped. I grabbed my phone, looked up, and who, out of everyone, should be standing there? D.
A complete random occurrence. If the heater had not been next to our table, he probably wouldn’t have walked in our direction. Just picked up his food and left. The universe has been unfolding beautifully.
CUT TO: After countless adventures and world travels, I found myself back in SB around 2008, in need of a recharge. That’s where JC comes in—a good friend you’ll be properly introduced to in my SB v2.0 post down the road.
One of my favorite nights so far was with JC’s daughter Z, which involved a perfect mix of science experiments, an impromptu dance party, and a deep (possibly too deep) discussion about my favorite color—purple. Just like my shoes. I may of impressed her with my Cat in the Hat tattoo.
There was something effortlessly fun about it, the kind of night where laughter takes over, music fills the air, and for a few hours, the outside world doesn’t exist.
And let’s be honest—any night that involves both science and dancing with a “3 and a half years old, 4 in July “ is bound to be a good one. *Sorry no dancing photos.
I purchased a disposable lens adapter to shoot stills with for my Sony FX-30. I love that natural warm analog feeling on a digital camera.
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