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Laguna Beach to San Francisco!

Since I started blogging a year ago, I’ve also wanted to start a travel blog. Sadly, I’m 24, have a full-time job, and am also borderline broke. So… I don’t think a travel blog is coming anytime soon.

However!!!! I do still get to take occasional vacations, and for this summer’s trip, I’ve headed west to the beautiful lands of California.

Ladies and gentlemen, buckle up… You’re about to read my very first travel blog post.

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Two days ago, I got a ride to the DFW airport via a cute girl from Lyft, and I then boarded flight aa2613 to John Wayne (Gacy) airport in Orange County. Surprisingly enough, I was able to get a flight at a reasonable hour and without stops!!! Given my luck with the flight, I was honestly expecting something disastrous to take place… but it did not. Obviously.

If you’ve never been to Laguna Niguel, then I’d definitely recommend putting it on your list of places to visit. For me, whenever I think of the perfect place to live, I instinctively see postcard images of Laguna. I see the towering palm trees stretching along the streets; I see water from sprinklers running over onto the sidewalks of expansive suburban neighborhoods… Most importantly though, I see the sandy shores and crashing waves of the popular Laguna Beach. The only downside of Laguna, and California in general, is that everything is so damn expensive. Everywhere you go there’s Mercedes and million dollar homes with pools in the back. Ah, well, I can dream, can’t I?

This morning, me, my mom, dad, and little brother hit the road and embarked upon a seven hour drive up the coast to San Francisco!!!

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I’m one of those weird people who loves the rural as well as urban lifestyles. But my heart is in the city. I’ve always loved New York, New York, but the more I visit it, the more it becomes too much for me to handle. I’m not sure I could ever see myself living there. Though a grand and incomparable experience, I fear prolonged exposure may drive me to madness. If only there was a way to turn it all down a bit.

Which brings me to where I am now. We’ve booked a room on the 30th floor at the Parc 55 Hilton hotel in the heart of downtown San Francisco.

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Take New York, turn down the dial a few notches, and you have… (drum roll please) San Francisco! Bustling people fill the sidewalks but they don’t crowd. The streets are a bit tighter but still flowing–and on those streets, cars and bikes actually move at a pace faster than 2.5 mph. There’s a lot less congestion, it’s easier to breathe, and it’s not near as noisy as the good ol big apple. From my room, I hear seldom honks and sirens as I watch the hazy pink sky fade behind the glistening ocean water. Really, this is my idea of perfection. Well—after I dial room service, that is.

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Tomorrow, we hop back on the road to continue North for six more hours till we reach Eureka! I’ve never been there either, but I’ve heard amazing things, especially about the Red Forest. Apparently I’ll be sleeping in either a camper or a shed? I’m not sure but both sound exciting, and I can’t wait. I’ll be sure to take plenty of pictures and make another post. I’m having the time of my life!!!!

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Until then, take care, everybody! Goodnight, good morning, talk soon.

Jordan Antonacci

Twitter: @misterhushhush

Laguna Beach to San Francisco!

Since I started blogging a year ago, I’ve also wanted to start a travel blog. Sadly, I’m 24, have a full-time job, and am also borderline broke. So… I don’t think a travel blog is coming anytime soon.

However!!!! I do still get to take occasional vacations, and for this summer’s trip, I’ve headed west to the beautiful lands of California.

Ladies and gentlemen, buckle up… You’re about to read my very first travel blog post.

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Two days ago, I got a ride to the DFW airport via a cute girl from Lyft, and I then boarded flight aa2613 to John Wayne (Gacy) airport in Orange County. Surprisingly enough, I was able to get a flight at a reasonable hour and without stops!!! Given my luck with the flight, I was honestly expecting something disastrous to take place… but it did not. Obviously.

If you’ve never been to Laguna Niguel, then I’d definitely recommend putting it on your list of places to visit. For me, whenever I think of the perfect place to live, I instinctively see postcard images of Laguna. I see the towering palm trees stretching along the streets; I see water from sprinklers running over onto the sidewalks of expansive suburban neighborhoods… Most importantly though, I see the sandy shores and crashing waves of the popular Laguna Beach. The only downside of Laguna, and California in general, is that everything is so damn expensive. Everywhere you go there’s Mercedes and million dollar homes with pools in the back. Ah, well, I can dream, can’t I?

This morning, me, my mom, dad, and little brother hit the road and embarked upon a seven hour drive up the coast to San Francisco!!!

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I’m one of those weird people who loves the rural as well as urban lifestyles. But my heart is in the city. I’ve always loved New York, New York, but the more I visit it, the more it becomes too much for me to handle. I’m not sure I could ever see myself living there. Though a grand and incomparable experience, I fear prolonged exposure may drive me to madness. If only there was a way to turn it all down a bit.

Which brings me to where I am now. We’ve booked a room on the 30th floor at the Parc 55 Hilton hotel in the heart of downtown San Francisco.

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[image error]It looks like my dad is dead here, but he’s not.

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Take New York, turn down the dial a few notches, and you have… (drum roll please) San Francisco! Bustling people fill the sidewalks but they don’t crowd. The streets are a bit tighter but still flowing–and on those streets, cars and bikes actually move at a pace faster than 2.5 mph. There’s a lot less congestion, it’s easier to breathe, and it’s not near as noisy as the good ol big apple. From my room, I hear seldom honks and sirens as I watch the hazy pink sky fade behind the glistening ocean water. Really, this is my idea of perfection. Well—after I dial room service, that is.

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Tomorrow, we hop back on the road to continue North for six more hours till we reach Eureka! I’ve never been there either, but I’ve heard amazing things, especially about the Red Forest. Apparently I’ll be sleeping in either a camper or a shed? I’m not sure but both sound exciting, and I can’t wait. I’ll be sure to take plenty of pictures and make another post. I’m having the time of my life!!!!

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Until then, take care, everybody! Goodnight, good morning, talk soon.

Jordan Antonacci

Twitter: @misterhushhush

Laguna Beach to San Francisco!

Since I started blogging a year ago, I’ve also wanted to start a travel blog. Sadly, I’m 24, have a full-time job, and am also borderline broke. So… I don’t think a travel blog is coming anytime soon.

However!!!! I do still get to take occasional vacations, and for this summer’s trip, I’ve headed west to the beautiful lands of California.

Ladies and gentlemen, buckle up… You’re about to read my very first travel blog post.

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Two days ago, I got a ride to the DFW airport via a cute girl from Lyft, and I then boarded flight aa2613 to John Wayne (Gacy) airport in Orange County. Surprisingly enough, I was able to get a flight at a reasonable hour and without stops!!! Given my luck with the flight, I was honestly expecting something disastrous to take place… but it did not. Obviously.

If you’ve never been to Laguna Niguel, then I’d definitely recommend putting it on your list of places to visit. For me, whenever I think of the perfect place to live, I instinctively see postcard images of Laguna. I see the towering palm trees stretching along the streets; I see water from sprinklers running over onto the sidewalks of expansive suburban neighborhoods… Most importantly though, I see the sandy shores and crashing waves of the popular Laguna Beach. The only downside of Laguna, and California in general, is that everything is so damn expensive. Everywhere you go there’s Mercedes and million dollar homes with pools in the back. Ah, well, I can dream, can’t I?

This morning, me, my mom, dad, and little brother hit the road and embarked upon a seven hour drive up the coast to San Francisco!!!

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I’m one of those weird people who loves the rural as well as urban lifestyles. But my heart is in the city. I’ve always loved New York, New York, but the more I visit it, the more it becomes too much for me to handle. I’m not sure I could ever see myself living there. Though a grand and incomparable experience, I fear prolonged exposure may drive me to madness. If only there was a way to turn it all down a bit.

Which brings me to where I am now. We’ve booked a room on the 30th floor at the Parc 55 Hilton hotel in the heart of downtown San Francisco.

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[image error]It looks like my dad is dead here, but he’s not.

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Take New York, turn down the dial a few notches, and you have… (drum roll please) San Francisco! Bustling people fill the sidewalks but they don’t crowd. The streets are a bit tighter but still flowing–and on those streets, cars and bikes actually move at a pace faster than 2.5 mph. There’s a lot less congestion, it’s easier to breathe, and it’s not near as noisy as the good ol big apple. From my room, I hear seldom honks and sirens as I watch the hazy pink sky fade behind the glistening ocean water. Really, this is my idea of perfection. Well—after I dial room service, that is.

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Tomorrow, we hop back on the road to continue North for six more hours till we reach Eureka! I’ve never been there either, but I’ve heard amazing things, especially about the Red Forest. Apparently I’ll be sleeping in either a camper or a shed? I’m not sure but both sound exciting, and I can’t wait. I’ll be sure to take plenty of pictures and make another post. I’m having the time of my life!!!!

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Until then, take care, everybody! Goodnight, good morning, talk soon.

Jordan Antonacci

Twitter: @misterhushhush

Laguna Beach to San Francisco!

Since I started blogging a year ago, I’ve also wanted to start a travel blog. Sadly, I’m 24, have a full-time job, and am also borderline broke. So… I don’t think a travel blog is coming anytime soon.

However!!!! I do still get to take occasional vacations, and for this summer’s trip, I’ve headed west to the beautiful lands of California.

Ladies and gentlemen, buckle up… You’re about to read my very first travel blog post.

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Two days ago, I got a ride to the DFW airport via a cute girl from Lyft, and I then boarded flight aa2613 to John Wayne (Gacy) airport in Orange County. Surprisingly enough, I was able to get a flight at a reasonable hour and without stops!!! Given my luck with the flight, I was honestly expecting something disastrous to take place… but it did not. Obviously.

If you’ve never been to Laguna Niguel, then I’d definitely recommend putting it on your list of places to visit. For me, whenever I think of the perfect place to live, I instinctively see postcard images of Laguna. I see the towering palm trees stretching along the streets; I see water from sprinklers running over onto the sidewalks of expansive suburban neighborhoods… Most importantly though, I see the sandy shores and crashing waves of the popular Laguna Beach. The only downside of Laguna, and California in general, is that everything is so damn expensive. Everywhere you go there’s Mercedes and million dollar homes with pools in the back. Ah, well, I can dream, can’t I?

This morning, me, my mom, dad, and little brother hit the road and embarked upon a seven hour drive up the coast to San Francisco!!!

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I’m one of those weird people who loves the rural as well as urban lifestyles. But my heart is in the city. I’ve always loved New York, New York, but the more I visit it, the more it becomes too much for me to handle. I’m not sure I could ever see myself living there. Though a grand and incomparable experience, I fear prolonged exposure may drive me to madness. If only there was a way to turn it all down a bit.

Which brings me to where I am now. We’ve booked a room on the 30th floor at the Parc 55 Hilton hotel in the heart of downtown San Francisco.

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[image error]It looks like my dad is dead here, but he’s not.

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Take New York, turn down the dial a few notches, and you have… (drum roll please) San Francisco! Bustling people fill the sidewalks but they don’t crowd. The streets are a bit tighter but still flowing–and on those streets, cars and bikes actually move at a pace faster than 2.5 mph. There’s a lot less congestion, it’s easier to breathe, and it’s not near as noisy as the good ol big apple. From my room, I hear seldom honks and sirens as I watch the hazy pink sky fade behind the glistening ocean water. Really, this is my idea of perfection. Well—after I dial room service, that is.

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Tomorrow, we hop back on the road to continue North for six more hours till we reach Eureka! I’ve never been there either, but I’ve heard amazing things, especially about the Red Forest. Apparently I’ll be sleeping in either a camper or a shed? I’m not sure but both sound exciting, and I can’t wait. I’ll be sure to take plenty of pictures and make another post. I’m having the time of my life!!!!

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Until then, take care, everybody! Goodnight, good morning, talk soon.

Jordan Antonacci

Twitter: @misterhushhush

Laguna Beach to San Francisco!

Since I started blogging a year ago, I’ve also wanted to start a travel blog. Sadly, I’m 24, have a full-time job, and am also borderline broke. So… I don’t think a travel blog is coming anytime soon.

However!!!! I do still get to take occasional vacations, and for this summer’s trip, I’ve headed west to the beautiful lands of California.

Ladies and gentlemen, buckle up… You’re about to read my very first travel blog post.

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Two days ago, I got a ride to the DFW airport via a cute girl from Lyft, and I then boarded flight aa2613 to John Wayne (Gacy) airport in Orange County. Surprisingly enough, I was able to get a flight at a reasonable hour and without stops!!! Given my luck with the flight, I was honestly expecting something disastrous to take place… but it did not. Obviously.

If you’ve never been to Laguna Niguel, then I’d definitely recommend putting it on your list of places to visit. For me, whenever I think of the perfect place to live, I instinctively see postcard images of Laguna. I see the towering palm trees stretching along the streets; I see water from sprinklers running over onto the sidewalks of expansive suburban neighborhoods… Most importantly though, I see the sandy shores and crashing waves of the popular Laguna Beach. The only downside of Laguna, and California in general, is that everything is so damn expensive. Everywhere you go there’s Mercedes and million dollar homes with pools in the back. Ah, well, I can dream, can’t I?

This morning, me, my mom, dad, and little brother hit the road and embarked upon a seven hour drive up the coast to San Francisco!!!

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I’m one of those weird people who loves the rural as well as urban lifestyles. But my heart is in the city. I’ve always loved New York, New York, but the more I visit it, the more it becomes too much for me to handle. I’m not sure I could ever see myself living there. Though a grand and incomparable experience, I fear prolonged exposure may drive me to madness. If only there was a way to turn it all down a bit.

Which brings me to where I am now. We’ve booked a room on the 30th floor at the Parc 55 Hilton hotel in the heart of downtown San Francisco.

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[image error]It looks like my dad is dead here, but he’s not.

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Take New York, turn down the dial a few notches, and you have… (drum roll please) San Francisco! Bustling people fill the sidewalks but they don’t crowd. The streets are a bit tighter but still flowing–and on those streets, cars and bikes actually move at a pace faster than 2.5 mph. There’s a lot less congestion, it’s easier to breathe, and it’s not near as noisy as the good ol big apple. From my room, I hear seldom honks and sirens as I watch the hazy pink sky fade behind the glistening ocean water. Really, this is my idea of perfection. Well—after I dial room service, that is.

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Tomorrow, we hop back on the road to continue North for six more hours till we reach Eureka! I’ve never been there either, but I’ve heard amazing things, especially about the Red Forest. Apparently I’ll be sleeping in either a camper or a shed? I’m not sure but both sound exciting, and I can’t wait. I’ll be sure to take plenty of pictures and make another post. I’m having the time of my life!!!!

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Until then, take care, everybody! Goodnight, good morning, talk soon.

Jordan Antonacci

Twitter: @misterhushhush

Laguna Beach to San Francisco!

Since I started blogging a year ago, I’ve also wanted to start a travel blog. Sadly, I’m 24, have a full-time job, and am also borderline broke. So… I don’t think a travel blog is coming anytime soon.

However!!!! I do still get to take occasional vacations, and for this summer’s trip, I’ve headed west to the beautiful lands of California.

Ladies and gentlemen, buckle up… You’re about to read my very first travel blog post.

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Two days ago, I got a ride to the DFW airport via a cute girl from Lyft, and I then boarded flight aa2613 to John Wayne (Gacy) airport in Orange County. Surprisingly enough, I was able to get a flight at a reasonable hour and without stops!!! Given my luck with the flight, I was honestly expecting something disastrous to take place… but it did not. Obviously.

If you’ve never been to Laguna Niguel, then I’d definitely recommend putting it on your list of places to visit. For me, whenever I think of the perfect place to live, I instinctively see postcard images of Laguna. I see the towering palm trees stretching along the streets; I see water from sprinklers running over onto the sidewalks of expansive suburban neighborhoods… Most importantly though, I see the sandy shores and crashing waves of the popular Laguna Beach. The only downside of Laguna, and California in general, is that everything is so damn expensive. Everywhere you go there’s Mercedes and million dollar homes with pools in the back. Ah, well, I can dream, can’t I?

This morning, me, my mom, dad, and little brother hit the road and embarked upon a seven hour drive up the coast to San Francisco!!!

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I’m one of those weird people who loves the rural as well as urban lifestyles. But my heart is in the city. I’ve always loved New York, New York, but the more I visit it, the more it becomes too much for me to handle. I’m not sure I could ever see myself living there. Though a grand and incomparable experience, I fear prolonged exposure may drive me to madness. If only there was a way to turn it all down a bit.

Which brings me to where I am now. We’ve booked a room on the 30th floor at the Parc 55 Hilton hotel in the heart of downtown San Francisco.

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[image error]It looks like my dad is dead here, but he’s not.

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Take New York, turn down the dial a few notches, and you have… (drum roll please) San Francisco! Bustling people fill the sidewalks but they don’t crowd. The streets are a bit tighter but still flowing–and on those streets, cars and bikes actually move at a pace faster than 2.5 mph. There’s a lot less congestion, it’s easier to breathe, and it’s not near as noisy as the good ol big apple. From my room, I hear seldom honks and sirens as I watch the hazy pink sky fade behind the glistening ocean water. Really, this is my idea of perfection. Well—after I dial room service, that is.

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Tomorrow, we hop back on the road to continue North for six more hours till we reach Eureka! I’ve never been there either, but I’ve heard amazing things, especially about the Red Forest. Apparently I’ll be sleeping in either a camper or a shed? I’m not sure but both sound exciting, and I can’t wait. I’ll be sure to take plenty of pictures and make another post. I’m having the time of my life!!!!

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Until then, take care, everybody! Goodnight, good morning, talk soon.

Jordan Antonacci

Twitter: @misterhushhush

Laguna Beach to San Francisco!

Since I started blogging a year ago, I’ve also wanted to start a travel blog. Sadly, I’m 24, have a full-time job, and am also borderline broke. So… I don’t think a travel blog is coming anytime soon.

However!!!! I do still get to take occasional vacations, and for this summer’s trip, I’ve headed west to the beautiful lands of California.

Ladies and gentlemen, buckle up… You’re about to read my very first travel blog post.

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Two days ago, I got a ride to the DFW airport via a cute girl from Lyft, and I then boarded flight aa2613 to John Wayne (Gacy) airport in Orange County. Surprisingly enough, I was able to get a flight at a reasonable hour and without stops!!! Given my luck with the flight, I was honestly expecting something disastrous to take place… but it did not. Obviously.

If you’ve never been to Laguna Niguel, then I’d definitely recommend putting it on your list of places to visit. For me, whenever I think of the perfect place to live, I instinctively see postcard images of Laguna. I see the towering palm trees stretching along the streets; I see water from sprinklers running over onto the sidewalks of expansive suburban neighborhoods… Most importantly though, I see the sandy shores and crashing waves of the popular Laguna Beach. The only downside of Laguna, and California in general, is that everything is so damn expensive. Everywhere you go there’s Mercedes and million dollar homes with pools in the back. Ah, well, I can dream, can’t I?

This morning, me, my mom, dad, and little brother hit the road and embarked upon a seven hour drive up the coast to San Francisco!!!

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I’m one of those weird people who loves the rural as well as urban lifestyles. But my heart is in the city. I’ve always loved New York, New York, but the more I visit it, the more it becomes too much for me to handle. I’m not sure I could ever see myself living there. Though a grand and incomparable experience, I fear prolonged exposure may drive me to madness. If only there was a way to turn it all down a bit.

Which brings me to where I am now. We’ve booked a room on the 30th floor at the Parc 55 Hilton hotel in the heart of downtown San Francisco.

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[image error]It looks like my dad is dead here, but he’s not.

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Take New York, turn down the dial a few notches, and you have… (drum roll please) San Francisco! Bustling people fill the sidewalks but they don’t crowd. The streets are a bit tighter but still flowing–and on those streets, cars and bikes actually move at a pace faster than 2.5 mph. There’s a lot less congestion, it’s easier to breathe, and it’s not near as noisy as the good ol big apple. From my room, I hear seldom honks and sirens as I watch the hazy pink sky fade behind the glistening ocean water. Really, this is my idea of perfection. Well—after I dial room service, that is.

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Tomorrow, we hop back on the road to continue North for six more hours till we reach Eureka! I’ve never been there either, but I’ve heard amazing things, especially about the Red Forest. Apparently I’ll be sleeping in either a camper or a shed? I’m not sure but both sound exciting, and I can’t wait. I’ll be sure to take plenty of pictures and make another post. I’m having the time of my life!!!!

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Until then, take care, everybody! Goodnight, good morning, talk soon.

Jordan Antonacci

Twitter: @misterhushhush

Laguna Beach to San Francisco!

Since I started blogging a year ago, I’ve also wanted to start a travel blog. Sadly, I’m 24, have a full-time job, and am also borderline broke. So… I don’t think a travel blog is coming anytime soon.

However!!!! I do still get to take occasional vacations, and for this summer’s trip, I’ve headed west to the beautiful lands of California.

Ladies and gentlemen, buckle up… You’re about to read my very first travel blog post.

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Two days ago, I got a ride to the DFW airport via a cute girl from Lyft, and I then boarded flight aa2613 to John Wayne (Gacy) airport in Orange County. Surprisingly enough, I was able to get a flight at a reasonable hour and without stops!!! Given my luck with the flight, I was honestly expecting something disastrous to take place… but it did not. Obviously.

If you’ve never been to Laguna Niguel, then I’d definitely recommend putting it on your list of places to visit. For me, whenever I think of the perfect place to live, I instinctively see postcard images of Laguna. I see the towering palm trees stretching along the streets; I see water from sprinklers running over onto the sidewalks of expansive suburban neighborhoods… Most importantly though, I see the sandy shores and crashing waves of the popular Laguna Beach. The only downside of Laguna, and California in general, is that everything is so damn expensive. Everywhere you go there’s Mercedes and million dollar homes with pools in the back. Ah, well, I can dream, can’t I?

This morning, me, my mom, dad, and little brother hit the road and embarked upon a seven hour drive up the coast to San Francisco!!!

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I’m one of those weird people who loves the rural as well as urban lifestyles. But my heart is in the city. I’ve always loved New York, New York, but the more I visit it, the more it becomes too much for me to handle. I’m not sure I could ever see myself living there. Though a grand and incomparable experience, I fear prolonged exposure may drive me to madness. If only there was a way to turn it all down a bit.

Which brings me to where I am now. We’ve booked a room on the 30th floor at the Parc 55 Hilton hotel in the heart of downtown San Francisco.

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[image error]It looks like my dad is dead here, but he’s not.

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Take New York, turn down the dial a few notches, and you have… (drum roll please) San Francisco! Bustling people fill the sidewalks but they don’t crowd. The streets are a bit tighter but still flowing–and on those streets, cars and bikes actually move at a pace faster than 2.5 mph. There’s a lot less congestion, it’s easier to breathe, and it’s not near as noisy as the good ol big apple. From my room, I hear seldom honks and sirens as I watch the hazy pink sky fade behind the glistening ocean water. Really, this is my idea of perfection. Well—after I dial room service, that is.

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Tomorrow, we hop back on the road to continue North for six more hours till we reach Eureka! I’ve never been there either, but I’ve heard amazing things, especially about the Red Forest. Apparently I’ll be sleeping in either a camper or a shed? I’m not sure but both sound exciting, and I can’t wait. I’ll be sure to take plenty of pictures and make another post. I’m having the time of my life!!!!

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Until then, take care, everybody! Goodnight, good morning, talk soon.

Jordan Antonacci

Twitter: @misterhushhush

Reblog: GUEST POST: The Killed Conscience – Book Release!

It’s day 6 of the blog tour! Checkout the guest post and excerpt on Jordan’s blog. She’s awesome

Let X R.I.P.

Warning: Profanity, anger, and realness in this post. If those are things you can’t handle, then move along. Actually, as I write this, I’m on a plane headed for Laguna Niguel CA, so I MAY tone it down a little.

Before I say what I have to say, please know that I’m generally a nice person. I hold the door open for strangers, say please and thank you, and I stay out of business that isn’t mine—but something is happening that I need to address.

On June 18, musical artist XXXTentacion, aka Jahseh Dwayne Ricardo Onfroy

was shot and killed in a supposed robbery in Florida.

X was a rather controversial rapper, stirring up dust in his music as well as his personal life. He definitely did some things that were… bad (for a lack of a better word) and that I certainly did not approve of. Specifics of that isn’t what’s important now, though. X was young, and he was trying to better himself. But just as he begins turning over a new leaf, he’s gunned down like an animal, over some petty shit.

We’ve all done things we’re not proud of; especially in our youth. I know I’ve done some things I can never forgive myself for. Doesn’t mean these things should define who we are. Believe it or not, people change.

Anyway, since his death, the shitty side of America has been letting itself shine with a fat, ugly, shameless smile on social media. I’ve seen so many posts saying things like, “He was no angel,” “He’ll be getting no RIP from me,” and “Fuck X.” That last one prompted me to write this. Like I said, some time has passed since I started writing this, so my feelings toward this has died down some. Plus, these Biscoff crackers they give you on the plane are amazing.

To the idiots writing or thinking this stuff, what the fuck is wrong with you. A 20-year-old kid was gunned down and murdered just as he was trying to better himself, and all you know to do is stomp his name into the dirt to try and bury it as well. It’s immature, it’s pitiful, it’s fucking disgusting.

On the day he was killed, that morning he was setting up a charity for kids. In one of his videos to his fans, he said, “If I have to die or be a sacrifice, I want my life to help at least 5 million kids.”

Regardless of your childish opinions toward him, X had a good side. Through his music, he reached and helped millions dealing with mental illness and suicidal thoughts. I know he definitely helped me. His music still does. I listen to it everyday.

He did not deserve death. If you think otherwise then you need to take a hard look deep inside and figure out what the fuck is wrong with yourself. It’s sad. You’re what makes up this ugly side of America that makes me ashamed to call it home. If you’re someone who feels this way toward the death of him, then please, PLEASE unfollow me. I want nothing to do with you.

Believe me, with the things I’ve seen, no one is as disgusted with what X did than I. And I don’t know if you people have suffered at the hands of bad parenting or what, but you need to learn respect. This was a human life taken far too soon. He was a great artist with so much potential and so much more to do.

RIP X. Through your fans and your music, you’ll forever live on.

Now, on a lighter note, it’s day 4 of the blog tour!!! Feel free to check out Kelly’s page for an excerpt from my mystery novel, The Killed Conscience.

 

Thanks for reading,

Jordan Antonacci

Twitter: @misterhushhush

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My time in Laguna so far has been great. Been missing da fam