Morning in Santa Cruz. Spent a day there this past Saturday. Walking around the pier reminded me of the day I went to Brighton Pier minus the deep fried food and Alexa Chung spotting (I actually just found what she was shooting for, excuse the fan girl moment right now). Anyway, the whole time I was in Santa Cruz I wondered what I would be like if I had chosen to go there.. like really: who would my friends be, what would I be studying, and.. the little things like… what would my daily routines be? Minor Davis things like what would I be doing instead of walking flat land, taking the Unitrans bus, devouring Burgers & Brew, and going to the bars every Thursday? What would I be doing instead of working for the Entertainment Council and where would I have gone instead of studying abroad this summer with the design program? I can’t see myself not knowing my friends or acquaintances in Davis or what I would be other myself right now. Funny how life works out, doesn’t it? Random things just sort of happened by itself, clustered together to become one, and everything makes sense. (And sometimes, I wonder why things suck and why they had to happen). In this case, everything just feels right thanks to the road not taken.