Kirby moved recently into a beautiful old Victorian house with charm and character like I've never seen. I instantly felt at home and spent time relaxing in the living room under the sun roof. We chatted with her roommate over wine and eventually left to take a walk downtown to eat a late lunch. We found the perfect little french restaurant and sat outside in the 80 degree weather, threw scarves on our heads and ate like queens. We made friends along the way, stopped to take pictures, and laughed together all while knowing in our hearts we will be apart again soon. See, Kirby is such a special friend. We used to live together in OB and reunited in SF. She is one of those friends that you're never really far from. She is always in my heart. She is still and quiet and listens all while assuring me everything will always be okay as long as I let my heart guide me. She is a wonderfully compassionate friend who opens her heart to new experiences and encourages me to do the same.
After the sunset, we danced at a tiny little bar all night to 80's music, while wearing feather earrings and our hearts on our sleeves. I woke up Sunday morning feeling as though my spontaneous adventure might have been just a dream, but reality set in and before I knew it I was walking out in the sunshine once again in this bohemian little city while grabbing coffee and laughing with Kirbs over our previous days journey. I have been lucky enough to travel to quite a few places in my life, but I forget how fantastic it can be to venture close to home with absolutely no plan. For it's those days that make for my favorite days in the world.
|Kirby's house- love it.|