the other side of the ocean

I recently spent a month in San Francisco with my best friend. It's taken me a little bit of time to gather photos, my thoughts and myself after returning, and I know I left a big piece of myself on the other side of that puddle we call the pacific. I visited for the first time last year, and by pure coincidence I found myself meeting Leah at the airport once again, exactly one year later. To the day.

Somehow, the internet gave me the most wonderful best friend imaginable. This woman is amazing and sometimes I find it hard to believe we haven't known each other since we were four years old.

While I was there, I spent many hours wondering coastal trails and watching the pacific from my new favorite beach. It was time spent perfectly, exactly what my soul needed.

I pretended to be a local while exploring surrounding neighborhoods.

I spent time with the most wonderful people, discovered places I know I'll visit again and revisited places I've missed...

We had the most amazing day road tripping up the coast...

and for once, the universe put me in the right place, at the right time...

Leaving was incredibly difficult. But I came home knowing the pacific isn't so vast after all, and that home isn't made of walls or earth. It's made of people.