I haven't been blogging lately, but this past month i wasn't completely MIA on the blog scene. I've been checking up on blogs here and there and I came across a "10 Things I Like" post. I thought it was a great idea so I decided to swipe it and make one too. So in no particular order, here are 10 things that I like..
1. Art- I'm a major art fan of any type. This street art is pretty trippy.
2. Australia- Unique and diverse, Australia has a reputation of friendly people, clean cities, a broad variety of activities, and a style that's completely their own. It's at the top of my list of travel destinations.
3. Cross body bags- I'm not normally a fan of purses, but these are so easy to carry around. I really like them.

4. Bridget my new pup
5. Quadding- hey, I have a wild side too.
6. Mint- If you give me anything mint flavored I will love you forever.
7. Authentic cuisine- I dream of traveling the world some day, but until then I'll just resort to authentic foreign food, it gives you a bite of the real deal. (Thai food below)
8.Star gazing- Warm summer nights are the greatest. I love the sensation of feeling so small under the opalescence of a clear night sky.
9. Vintage Cameras- I am just in love with old school cameras. I need to get one of these for myself sometime.
10. Childhood friends- Enough said <3

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Carson

Cali is a late bloomer

Short Story

It was a dark and stormy night.. I'm driving on my way home from a long day. I'm nearing the Ridgecliff Woods. Suddenly my nostrils fill with the smell of smoke. I round a bend in the road, and catch sight of a cottage on fire, flames licking their way up the sides of the wooden walls. I slowly get out of my car and make my way to the burning building. I will myself to stop, turn back and call for help, but my feet refuse to listen. I find myself in front of the doorway. I can feel the heat of the flames penetrating my skin. The smoke burns my eyes, but I don't blink or close them. My body is not my own. The violent sound of shattering windows fill my ears.
Among the smoke I make out a little girl. Her clothes, face, and arms are smudged black with ash. She doesn't appear to be hurt. I want to ask her if she's okay or if anyone else is inside, but I can't speak. The little girl doesn't tear her gaze away from me and neither do I. I take a slow step towards her, at the same time she does. I lift up my hand towards hers and like a reflection she follows. The fire is coming in around us, the smoke makes it difficult to breathe, but I don't run to safety. Our palms touch, and I feel goosebumps breaking through my skin. I see my own reflection in her eyes. It feels like hours flew by, and just for a split second I blink.
I'm back in my car, rounding the bend. I don't smell smoke, or hear the sound of crushing glass. There's no cottage anywhere to be found, just an open field. Dazed, I continue driving. I hear thunder in the distance, and one by one the raindrops start to hit my windshield. In less than two minutes, it's pouring. As I extend my arm to turn on the windshield wipers, I see the palm of my hand and it's darkened with ash.

Fun Nights

Food and stuff