Displaced. i think thats the best word to capture the feeling of the last 7 months of life since returning to Sacramento from Maui. I came back from the island with a new sense of who I am and who I want to be in this world, but absolutely no plan about the next phase of my life. at that point it was all about self-care and grounding into an environment that after only five months of absence from, felt foreign and quite honestly— just, dense. not that i HATE California, cus

actually, Kingsburg— the little “swedish” town i grew up in— to be exact. i know i sound freaking crazy… maui vs. fresno. HA. beaches and sunshine and aloha vs. the so-called armpit of California, where summer is hot, dusty, and consciously about 5 years behind the rest of the state... so let me elaborate, of course. i’ve spent the last 5 months floating around… walking on beaches, swimming in the ocean, sleeping in the jungle. being alone in the jungle has afforded me qui