santa cruz

palm trees

Before moving back home, I spent a day at the beach with David in Santa Cruz. It was right before all of the graduation craziness started and it was nice walking to the beach (yup, he lives within walking distance), getting burritos from a tiny green taqueria, and just laying on the sand.

I have no idea how long we napped. (In reality, it was probably only 30-40 minutes). But now I'm thinking- when are we going to be able to do this again? I leave in just two days and there won't be an ocean within a 2-hour radius of me. I won't be able to walk home. I won't have David.

Maybe it's the pre-travel jitters, but I'm no where close to packing. My room is a disaster, I keep losing my packing list, and there are so many loose ends to tie up. I've spent the past two summers in Europe, but it never felt like this. I've never known what was laying ahead, but this time I don't know what'll be waiting when I come back.