San Diego is in a few days and I made a point to check the weather. I have decided that I am awful when it comes to packing (likely the case because I pack clothing based on how I want the weather wherever my destination is not what it is actually feels like.) I am not sure what to expect when I get off the airplane besides that SFN is supposedly overwhelming.

I can’t wait.

I am bringing as many rolls of film as I can (I’m behind in photo class and I plan on taking advantage of the light.) I have a notebook ready for notes during talks, my regular journal for thoughts (which I normally forget to write in), sketchbook (neglected for some time now), book for the plane (read way too many times), hw assignments (dead weight in bag to remind me of my responsibilities), music (my fav. musician lives in San Diego) and a larger memory card for digital pictures (often I get lost in the moment and forget to record anything). I AM READY!  

But, seriously…

I have to be ready. In these four days I will take back San Diego. So what if the last I visited, 13 months ago, I was traveling in the midst of an impulsive vain act of love? It fell apart and the world did not end. And! just because in the past strange 8 months I seemed to have abandoned my dreams of moving there, it doesn’t mean that this will become a truth.

I feel good… Nervous, but good.