#flashbacktuesday, or whatever.

The problem is.. I can't remember if this was in Cambodia or Laos. Those are two different countries. COUNTRIES. And I can't recall which one it was. I guess that's the problem with traveling so much in such a short period of time, which I guess isn't a problem at all.

This one around-the-world trip I took two years ago (TWO!) still affects me to this day. I don't think I can go more than a day or two without being reminded of this trip in some way, and I love that. It holds such a dear part of my heart, as do all of the people I met during it. Especially a very select few. You boys know exactly who you are.

I've been feeling a strong urge to travel throughout the past few months, and now that I just spent the weekend in Chicago, I want to just keep going places. Next stop is Portland in just over a week. I am PSYCHED. And this time, for this trip, I'm not nervous at all. How could I be? I'll be with my best friend in the entire world: my sister.


a pitchfork photo diary

Pitchfork, man. I was so nervous to go all alone. So nervous, but deep down I knew it would be fine. And you know what? It was fine. It was incredible. I met so many people. So many awesome people. People who I hope to see again, but even if I don't, people whom I will never forget. Sometimes being forced into doing something brand new -- something that terrifies you -- actually ends up teaching you so much about yourself. It becomes a refreshing experience that reconnects you with who you are and makes you feel stronger than ever. I have nothing but good feelings about the entire weekend. Even if I did get stranded in the pouring rain under a bridge in the ghetto with a $2,000 camera in my backpack and 3% battery life on my flip phone. Well it's an iPhone, but.



It all started with those clothes right there on that couch right there. I woke up in my hotel yesterday morning, took a glimpse at the beautiful clothes I'd laid out for myself for the 3 days I'd be spending at Pitchfork, and was hit with an overwhelming wave of emotion. I started to cry. I wasn't crying because anything was wrong, though. I was crying because everything was right. It was at that moment that I was like, "Shit. How did I get to be so lucky?" I feel so SO grateful for everything that's happened to me; for everything I've done; for all of the beautiful people who surround me every day. I finally realized that there's really no need to ever worry about anything, ever, because when has anything ever not worked out? Never. It's never not worked out. Even if a situation doesn't end the way you'd wanted it to, it's always fine -- and sometimes it's even better. But it's not about the end. It's not about the outcome, ever. It's about right now, right this moment. And right now, right this moment, as I sit in my slightly dark hotel room with an unattractive ThinkPad in my lap and the taste of blue Gatorade on my tongue, I have everything I need.