Hi, y'all! Sorry for the long delay in posts--my world was thrown into the air like a handful of confetti, and the pieces are just now starting to land. To bring you up to speed, I left my day job about a month ago, sold most of my possessions, packed the rest into my car, and moved to Denver, Colorado. I've been here for two days and love it; Los Angeles had me craving some fall air and changing leaves. I'm about to head out for three weeks of travel around the U.S., where I'll be finding inspiration through new scenery, experiences, and (let's be real), food.
I took a few detours on my way to Denver to see what there was to see, and I'm so glad I did. My first night out of California was spent in Phoenix in a vintage metal Shasta trailer. The trailer was tucked in behind an art collective, with an outdoor shower and some cool metal vintage chairs. We ate cheeseburgers and drank homemade fruit punch at Welcome Diner, a must-try restaurant if you're staying in downtown Phoenix. It's been a while since I really did some writing, so I broke open a new notebook and wrote about my travels before watching scary movies and falling asleep.