Sunday San Francisco wandering.
Kaylee and I share custody of the Instax. Here’s how she used the last of her film before dropping baby off with me. There I am, in the doorway of my apartment, greeting my sister on the one Sunday that I set aside to stay home, study and clean. It just so happened to be the warmest Sunday in the Mission and, to my surprise, a very loud birthday fiesta for my neighbor Stephanie who has apparently turned 6. Below the balloons, a courtyard plastered in Disney decorations, a bouncy house, and Kay carrying plastic bags containing thrift store scores.
Took this flick of Davin on his birthday, if you couldn’t already tell. Spray paint, cognac, joints and chi-kans. What more could a birthday boy need?
20 days, 17 states, approximately 7,000 miles. One day left until we’re back to where we started. It’s bittersweet, but at least I have 5 leftover rolls of film in limbo.
Turns out I’m a bleeder.
I was only In chicago for a couple of hours when Sarah and Clover took me to the tattoo shop. It was all very spur of the moment, but I’m glad I got it. The tattoo says “Dream Hard”
It’s based on this quote by Marilyn Monroe that Kayla told me as we were leaving Arizona:
“I used to think as I looked out on the Hollywood night- there must be thousands of girls sitting alone like me, dreaming of becoming a movie star. But I’m not going to worry about them. I’m dreaming the hardest.”
Got to see our delightful famalam and adorable, yet hyper, baby cousins today in Oklahoma :)