I've been looking for a new suitcase, since the one I have has been loved into submission. I took a trip to Spain in April to visit a friend I've known since kindergarten. I drank sangria, ate tapas, and stayed out after my bedtime. I'm home now, but I'm off to New York and Montreal shortly.
I'm not a stamp collector, but I love letters and passports. I think better on trains, and wish I had to time to travel that way more. I think I've made most major life decisions on trains: what to major in in college (art history), whether or not I wanted to keep living in SF about seven years ago (I didn't).
I love big ideas discussed by fires with scotch. In summer, I like small ideas by the ocean with white wine or sangria.
People matter to me. I know all my friends' birthdays, and parties are a big deal to us. I cook a meal with my friends at least once a week. The thing I love most about LA is how open everyone is to meeting someone new. Sometimes it feels like the whole city is Cheers.