18th. When working at Borders Books in Beverly Hills, I met a lot of tourists. When I would ask them what their homeland is like, I always got the same kind of response; everyone talked about the weather. 337 more words
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Jason, Angelina, Marc, Vicki and Tasha huddled in the Bus, which was hidden around a turn on a forgotten dirt road. They sat in silence, waiting for Dave and Tim to report back from their scouting mission, wishing that they had walkie-talkies, or that they had more than one cell phone among them (actually, they didn’t even have one; Angelina’s had been lost sometime during yesterday’s events). 1,881 more words
North end of Roma street. All the curbs are in and some foundations have been laid for the first homes in Maple Ridge. Keep posted for more pics!
Home is a place with the porch light on, where the front door is unlocked just in case you forget your key.
Home is a place that often looks like a Michael Cera movie, too cute to be taken seriously, too quirky for its own good, and returning always feels a little surreal. 300 more words