I was looking through some of our older photos taken on holidays and I suddenly miss San Francisco & Los Angeles so much. It is funny how each holiday brings back a different flood of memories: the places that we went, the food that we tried, the weather on a particular day, the clothes that we wore, the inevitable fights that we will have at the beginning of the trip when my nerves are frayed, the road trips, the feeling of being free and as the days pass, you try to cherish and hold onto every single moment and memory because you know soon you will be on the flight home.
I don’t know about you but the flight home always depresses me. I am not really the sort that can ‘live in the moment’ and so when I am on the plane from Singapore, I will inevitably think of the plane trip back and that saddens me. As the years pass, I try to coach my mind not to think so much forward but rather to stay in the moment. I succeed sometimes.
I like to look back though and this holiday of ours to SFO & LA was filled with so much love, fun and spontaneity that I tear up a little when memories take my mind back.
I particularly love road trips because there are just 2 of us all alone in the car. Even though we will not speak endlessly for the entire drive, you know that the other person is equally present and we are happy just to be with each other, quietly contended and for me, that is enough.
We drove our little car to Los Angeles:
And then we reached Los Angeles:
Then on to Yosemite National Park:
We drove back to SFO and had our last evening there: