Wherever you go, There you are

I’m having a really difficult time writing this post. I’ve started and stopped and erased and re-written several times. Letting myself be distracted by every little thing, watching out the corner of my eye at the trip photos that Jaime is editing on his computer next to me, experiencing heightened awareness of non-existent bugs, looking around me to see what everyone else is up to...but there’s no one in the restaurant. It’s more to do with this vulnerable feeling encroaching and I’m wanting to do everything I can to cover it up.
The quote seems cliche, but I know that ‘wherever you go, there you are’ and I’ve been waiting for my anxious-self to arrive here in Santa Catalina.


Often lost in thought