Grilled Cheese Crew.

I danced my buns right off with some of my favorite dudes on Saturday night and then it snowed on our way home and the whole time was eleven shades of magic. And now it's Monday morning and all of the confidence I had in my conversations with Ashley about ~the future~ this weekend has sort of cut itself in half. Because I've decided that I'm moving to California this year, whether I can or not, and I have a lot of things to do to make it so. I don't usually like sunshine or crowds or whatever, but tv happens there, so I need to happen there, too. And although a trip is nothing compared to living that life every day, my six-day stay was kind of perfect? I didn't know I'd come home and ache to go back. I've been to Los Angeles a couple of times, but I really appreciated it this go 'round. Maybe I'll hate it when I'm there all of the time, I don't know. I hate a lot of things. But I need to, like, try or something.