my spot - sands - isla vista, ca
i spent so much time sitting right there on that bench overlooking sands, thinking about so many things all by myself. and now, just looking at that spot--that little planted plank of contemplation--sends me into a headspace of nostalgia and happiness and longing and confusion even still. but there's one thing i'm quite sure of--one thing that quells my craving to live it all again: that i can always go back. and that's just what i did. we did. my alumni kin and i. we took iv and sb by storm. hugged and drank and smiled and danced over and over again until the end. and on the drive home, i got a little emosh thinking about all i left behind. all of my favorite thought-time spots. houses and balconies and pitchers and pounding speakers and pardall pleasantries. but you know what i kept? the memories.