DAY 22: The Last Day of WITWCICSD?

Day 22...

good morning, Oakland.  i'm sorry to say that i don't particularly care for you.  most of California doesn't, really.

yeah.  most people prefer Fresno to you, Oakland.  sorry.1. woke up in my room super early.  my room was at the end of the row next to the storage for all the cleaning supplies and sheets are.  so i woke up to the door right behind my head opening and closing, opening and closing, opening and slamming.  ironically enough, i felt i slept well and it woke me up at a reasonable hour.  so i was up and checking out just after 10.

dust and desert.  somebody's getting closer....

part of the reason why i drove so far yesterday was so that today's drive would be shorter.  that drive into Bakersfield is not a pretty one.  it's almost a downer because you're coming from so much lustrous and vibrant green trees all around you and transitioning to desert farming.  you can SEE the air, it smells like manure, and it's friggin' hot.  so today, instead of a 10 hour drive of that, it was about a 5 hour drive.  much better.

looks about right.


2. after a completely uneventful but speedy drive, i arrived home, safe and sound, after 3 whole weeks away.  nobody was home, my house was a ghost town.  well, the weenie dogs were.  one by one, dad, mom, then Matt and Ry came over and we all hung out and had a good visit.  i gave away gifts, Ry gave me some awesome hugs. 



tonight, rest and relax and catch up with some pals.  tomorrow, a reflective blog.  tonight, i get to sleep in my own bed.  i'm so excited.

jiggity jig.