We leave on our magical mystery voyage tomorrow, and I couldn't BE more excited. Even if Chandler Bing asked me, "could you BE more excited?" He's the worst Friends character. And on that note, season 7 Rachel hair was the best of the Rachel hair. And Phoebe was so under appreciated in our time.
Two things of note in my life lately: 1.) I scoured the whole city for a pair of short overalls. What does this mean? And, more importantly, what does it mean that I willingly paid $30 for a pair when I probably gave 10 pairs away in 1997? I'm 93% certain I'll return these overalls because they're just awkward on the crotch, and at 28, I'm too old for that shit.
And 2.) I can't stop listening to the Everly Brothers. I can't really stop listening to anything circa 1965-1978. This happens every summer--every Syncro Solstice actually. I think Syncro Solstice marks my annual awakening when I remember Amy's hierarchy of needs:
- No work. None. Sloth 2,000%
- Vanagons on the open road
- A playlist of 60s/70s hits
- Road trip food. (Read: Ritz Bitz with cheese.)
Maybe add Chacos to that list, because Syncro Solstice also marks the joyous reunion of Chacos and my feet. And throw in Diet Coke while you're at it, because let's be real. I'm also realizing that moving to Washington has me embracing the outdoors more, which is great. Two thumbs up! It's about damn time. I grew up in Utah, which is an outdoors enthusiast heaven, but I never had any desire to get off my hippie ass and get into the mountains that were 15 minutes away from my house. Booooooo-urns is right! It was lame. I don't know what the deal was. But since moving, I've craved the outdoors like I crave chips and salsa after a bullshit day at work, namsayin?
Mitchell and I usually try to plan something every weekend or at least explore some aspect of Seattle, be it city life or out and about in the oh-so-luxuriously-green woods. If you ask me, that's the number one perk of moving to a new state. You just want to explore the shit out of it, and you can't even help yourself. As a bonafide hermit and dweller of dark living rooms, that's saying something. That's a 63% new Amy Morby on our hands, and you're gonna like it. I guarantee it.
These photos are from our Rattlesnake Ridge hike back in Februaryish. Trees on trees on trees, and I wouldn't have it any other way. With that--I'm off to the desert! Keep it real and get outside. It's good for your damn soul.