We say quite often that time goes by in a blur, wondering where the days have gone, yet the hours dwindle by at a medium pace when you're in the right moment. It was my 29th birthday yesterday.
It was my 28th birthday when Ian and I went to San Francisco, and yet, it feels like a million years ago. When I think about everything that I learned from that trip I miss it tremendously. The pieces that intimidated me in the beginning, the ones that inspired me, the others that jingled, the culture, the character, the kitsch, that moment of insignificance while standing in the middle of the Muir Woods . . . it seems so long ago. A blur.