my jcrew flats - the pool - napa, ca
every time i cross the bay bridge i trip out. i don't even know how to describe the feeling. it has nothing to do with emotion at all, more so the fact that i look over at the mass of little cubes and realize that my house is one of them. because when i'm sitting in this amazing north beach home, i feel like this neighborhood is so quaint. but it definitely aint.
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