this space is becoming a little journal in these last few days of life here in LA. I just made coffee...i know should've gone for dinner, but I got a new kind that smells just like my life in kona, HI. As soon as I took the first sip, memories flooded over me.
The first sight of the island, meeting my roommates. Realizing my room was too good to be true-that if I choose a room out of a magazine, it couldn't have fit my time there more perfectly. Drinking coffee after a day at the beach, parked in the middle of the road, overlooking the entire kona coast, watching the sun dip into the ocean and screaming if we saw the green light. Salsa dancing in the bathroom. the hallways. lying on the grass in front of my room with new friends. discovering the artist-mason jennings, and the feeling of a smile creeping over my face as i wore ginormous headphones and listened intently to the lyrics to "butterfly".
realizing i was created to create events, encourage artists and wear black. Morning rides to my hawaiian church. no air conditioning, singing so free, usually this song. all night dance parties in the commons. hopping in simone's jeep with no top, and driving to the next undiscovered piece of sand. smoking a cigar, sleeping on the sand, discovering random friends from around the world.
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