If you ever find yourself in the position of moving away from your hometown, where you’ve lived all 27 years of your life, know that you are going to get fat.
OK, maybe that is an exaggeration, but when you tell friends and family, “I’m moving!” you will be involved in many-a going away fetes and they will undoubtedly involve pizza, fried sushi, waffles and fried chicken, sodas drunk from large mason jars, more pizza and these caramel-ey puffed things your sister makes that are more addictive than heroin, and that you can not stop eating. No. Matter. How. Hard. You. Try.
And so, I eased my full-of-food self into my car and hit the open road last Sunday. Destination: San Francisco. Travel time: 11 hours.
As luck would have it, my friends were very good to me, sending me along to the Bay with some comforts from home. In fact, my friend Aria went so far as to pack a little something for various mile points along the way during my journey.
Oh how I love my tortilla chips.
And a bag full of Riesen!!!
The Cherry Coke lip gloss was delightful.
If there’s one thing I’d take with me to a desert island, it would be my beloved Mexican Coke.
This doesn’t look right… right?
This box was the best part.
Money to gamble with in Reno.
And finally, the city 
The first week here has been such a whirlwind I haven’t been able to recognize the fact I’m in this city, let alone explore it, but when I have a good story to tell you, you will be the first to know.
god, sine. you are amazing. only the best energy to you.
Happy you enjoyed them…assuming you enjoyed them. Not going to lie, wish you would have put a picture of you in the avatar costume! Love from slc
Ya know…i know for a FACT that apes live on the other side of that bridge.
Wish you could be there when i come next week back to slc. : /
-Kim
So happy for you! I was only in San Fran for a few hours a couple weeks ago, but loved it and am already planning a trip back. Wish I had your life!