Why am I such a hopeless romantic? Allowing myself to get caught up in the idea of love and finding the one. I watch chick flicks over and over again hoping that someday that magical experience will happen to me and that I will find my happily ever after. I love love. The idea that someone could care for me enough to give me their all, and I the same to them. I long for it and yet I am so scared that one day it will find me. That one day all this dreaming and imagining I do will become the reality and I will no longer be able to hide behind my movies and my books. And then what? I don't really know...and I don't really know why this has been on my mind except for the fact that I have been up to my usual watching of romantic movies and reading lovey quotes. Ha also I have a friend who says "love happens when you don't expect it...BUT WHAT IF YOU ALWAYS EXPECT IT?!" haha I love that. And also this post is completely random and I don't really know what else to say. I just kinda love love.
Okay first things first....I went to WA to see my friend Liz. Look how cute she is! She got a grown up job and moved to the *cutest* little town in WA and I miss her, so I took a few days for myself and went on a trip to see her. Secondly, I want it to be known that I DID invite a friend to come with me. I have a good friend who I would have loved to have join me on the trip, but when he couldn't come I was sad but didn't bat an eye. Here are the reasons that I invited him: He is excellent company. He has a great taste in music. He is friends with Liz as well. I thought it would be fun if he came. The end that is all. I didn't invite him to make the trip cheaper, to help drive, or to make me feel safer. It would have been fun if he could have come, but either way I was going to go. I drove to Washington by myself because I could. Because I am saying YES. Because I am done waiting for "someday". Someday when I have more money, or
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