Lauren Day
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i surf. i travel. i take some photos here and there. i life alot.
i think. i write. i think some more.
then something cool happens where i write until my bones ache.
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I Booked a One Way 12 AM Ticket Home and I Don't Know When I'm Coming Back
On Tuesday, I was tired, sad, and restless. I had been sad for the past couple of weeks. Restless. Uncertain of a lot of things. I haven't been sleeping well for like, two weeks now. Moving has been a lot of things but it's mostly been tiring—emotionally draining. But late on Tuesday night, I just decided I was done. I felt this massive urge to go home all day and I couldn't shake it. I needed to go home, see my home. Be in my house. Ride my bike to my favorite coffee shop in the morning and say hi to my barista, Nick (shout out to Nick, by the way. Thanks for always serving my iced black with a dash of almond milk :) ). I needed to see all of my friends again. I needed to laugh about stupid stuff with them again. I needed to watch movies on the beach and go SUPing on Sundays. I needed to go home. I just craved home. I didn't get enough time to say goodbye. I came home from Hawaii and I left the next day. I didn't get to say goodbye to anyone or anything and it made my soul so sad. I missed my physical home. I missed certain people. I missed my neighbors. Friends. Hanging out in my backyard with the sunlight pouring in at all hours of the day. And as simple as it sounds, it's those things that you miss about home. And as crowded and hot as home is right now, it's still my home. It will always be. I will always crawl back to the blessed Southland like the SoCal brat I am and lay on the beach all day and be content with my life.
By Lauren Day7 years ago in Wander
I Have a Burning Fire in My Belly and Heart and It's Killing Me and Keeping Me Alive at the Same Time
If my world was on fire, I wouldn't know because every day is a California wildfire in my eyes. Every day is ticking. Time is a ticking. I'm getting older and I have big pipe dreams and...
By Lauren Day7 years ago in Motivation
Good to Great
I've always been a dreamer. I've always had things I've wanted to do, places I've wanted to go, dreams of useless talents that could take me places; whether stupid, small, or secretly large. I've always had this urge... a—desire, I suppose you could say—to be known. Heard. Maybe it's my huge ego, but I want that for the best of reasons, I swear. And I hate that I want it because I should be humble and shit but I'm not. I want to be known for something. I want to die knowing that I was really good—no, scratch that—G R E A T at something. All my life, I've never had something that I'm really great at. I've been late to everything.
By Lauren Day7 years ago in Motivation
I Moved
Moving is painful. I can't and don't know what or how to feel. I wanted this months ago, and now that it came, I'm nervous. I'm anxious. I'm sad. I'm so so sad. I miss home so much, to be honest. For months, I was telling myself and others that "I'm moving during the summer" and now that it's here, I'm regretting it at some moments. I moved too quick.
By Lauren Day7 years ago in Wander
Photos + My Library
I'm a surfer. An environmentalist. A writer. And last, and most importantly; a photographer. I've had a camera in my hand since day 1, and I've never known anything different. Yes, I am a Gen Z'er—so I've never known anything different than digital; the curse of this generation and the epitome of instant gratification. But it doesn't mean that I don't know what film photography is. I actually own 2 film cameras and have been learning to use them recently.
By Lauren Day8 years ago in Photography
