Blue Mind

I suppose the idea of California was something I had always longed for. So when he told me he wanted to go to California as well, and the college he wanted to attend was only fifteen minutes from mine, it seemed like fate. The plan to go with him had given me a little hope to hold onto since recently my life has been nothing but chaos and instability.

I went to Anderson's today expecting simply a venti soy chai and hopefully a good conversation. Not only did I leave with the aftertaste of cheesecake stuck in my mouth, I left with the knowledge that my life is going exactly where I want it to go.

The topic came up while laying on his bed listening to music (more than likely La Roux or The Bird & The Bee). We wound up researching apartment prices in West Hollywood so we could budget. We discovered the price range is about a grand to twenty five hundred a month depending on square footage and location. Then we took to mind bills, gas, tuition, and our expensive taste. The conclusion: we're fucked... and very very broke.

I don't recall exactly the moment when we decided to collect all of our money, but we did. I don't know how much of a contribution the eighteen (or twenty-five depending on if you count coins or not) dollars did, but it is a start. We put our money in a Toms shoe box and labeled it with a black sharpie. It read "Anderson and Rachael's California fund. DON'T MESS BIAS." Something about labeling the box made me realize it was final. We are going to California the summer of 2012.

I can't exactly explain how much or what kind of hope today presented me with, but I know one thing. If I could go to California and escape this fucking town. I would only do it with Anderson. Even if we have to sleep on the streets, sell our clothes, and give up Starbucks...

So here's to you, and my new favorite movie.