aging is spoopy.

 I think about how I used to work with adults and silently judge when they were too crippled by fear to try and learn or do anything of their own accord. These days, I'm a bit more understanding. Being an adult is downright scary.

I got summoned for jury duty on the day of Halloween. I was dismissed, but that's terrifying!

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I'm not saying that getting older has made me have an aversion to trying or doing new things. No, I absolutely love doing that still! I just can't seem to find the time ever! Being an adult and having the consistent schedule is a saving grace! I got a promotion recently, and I thought I had a grip on adulthood, but not even close!

Weekends are so precious, and you just get so tired sometimes from everything else, that you just don't want to do a lot, or when you do find the precious sliver of time to go out and explore, you want as little burden as possible.

Do you have any idea how long it's been since a coffee outing? Ages, it feels like. A Disney adventure is soon coming up, and hopefully that revitalizes these old bones, but for the time being, I'm really taking on this whole grandma persona. 

fizzling out.

We would choose to go to California during a heat wave. Actually, between this, New York and Oregon having unusually hot weather during the times I've visited, I'm starting to think I have really shitty timing.

Still, we were going to make the best of this vacation. We were being burnt out by all work and no play. I think we could stand to be literally burnt a little.

Coffee shop hopping and museum venturing was the best way to keep cool. 

Trying new things seemed to be the theme for the weekend. Here's Looking At You was a nice restaurant we went to for dinner, and those tomatoes were the best thing I've ever had related to a vegetable dish. I still think about it sometimes.

Now that I'm back, I can't say that I was recharged from the break. It's still so hot. I feel like pieces of me are melting away, and I'm not so sure it's something that's retrievable. 

a great summer away.

I'll admit the title is a misnomer. I didn't really go anywhere this summer. Typically the heat leaves me too exhausted to explore or go out. The events that transpired in the last month of summer really broke that pattern to bits. The desire to stay at home was gone. I'm not sure home will be considered home for a bit.


Writing this, I'm mentally exhausted from having to socialize so much. But really, it hasn't been so bad. I've always had fun trying new things with old friends, and showing old pastimes to new friends. It's helped me collect quite a collection of summer memories, and that really brings me back to feeling like a little kid. You always tried to get the most out of a summer vacation. 

Despite the inconvenience of the summer, I can honestly say that I'll look back on this summer fondly. 

weight off my shoulders.

I have a new camera. It was a birthday present to myself. I learn that as I get older and continue to go on my adventures, I like carrying less. It's literally removing weight off my shoulders. I know, it's just 25, but I feel like I turned 81. And even old people enjoy mimosas.

It'll take some time to adjust to the new FujiFilm, but hopefully I'll shoot more to help adjust to that. And in time for Japan as well! Yes, I am still going despite being broke after this camera purchase. I shouldn't be allowed to adult...

wine ages too.

I mentioned how after New York, I would be Portland bound for my next adventure. A little late to post, but I think it's because I was dreading to show the results of little to no photos.

Maybe it was because I visited Portland before and documentation had been done of my first adventure there. We had a shorter time of vacation here, but we did do new things, so it's not like it would have been repetitive to take new pictures. 

Maybe it's just because I'm aging. It's only 25 coming up, but on the inside, I feel as if I'm turning 81. I find myself reveling in moments a lot more, and pausing only to snap a photo or two to commemorate such occasions.

Even without the photos, as tradition now states, we had an entire day dedicated to wineries. I remember getting a bit too wobbly, but ecstactic that one of the wineries had a dog present. 

I remember that even after sleep hit us in the early evening of winery day, we had girl talk late into the night over another glass of wine.

I remember exploring downtown Portland with just Erin as we waited for time to pass to meet up with Soyoung and her aunt at a sushi restaurant. The sushi was so fresh, and they were so generous with the helpings. We were so full that that night Korean bbq didn't even seem like a possible feat to be conquered. I was correct.

We explored more of downtown, and I remember cackling like a loon over every possible store with a pun name. I remember fondly of ice cream on the coldest day of our visit, because the Salt & Straw line was so short.

I think the memories are more solidified by me writing out my days in my journal/planner. Maybe I'll share some pages out of that one day. Not to say that I've stopped taking photos, or given up on this blog. I don't think I could ever do that. The chronicler in me would have a fit. 

It's just a pattern change that comes with aging, I suppose. As long as it's all in good taste, right?