New York became even more alive in June it felt like- there was a place/party for me to be every day and everyone was celebrating the new season in my neighborhood. I rode my bike around all over and I got caught up in a few things that maybe I shouldn't have and that confused me, I'm usually so good at being in control of knowing what to do with people because I don't think about it. I spent most of the evenings avoiding things/people too much and it all left a bad feeling inside. I got a new roommate who I've known through the internet since I was 15 (another one, ha). I stayed up until and past the sunrise too many times, as always. Half-way through the month I flew to LA to start a West Coast road trip with three friends. I stayed in a house that was empty and decorated with cacti everywhere, I couldn't stop staring at the vegetation along the streets, every day was different and full of exploring everything is blended together. Every morning I walked to the same coffee place and sat outside on the patio under the umbrellas, drove everywhere, went to the beach and swam in the ocean for the first time, drove through Hollywood blasting music, through the hills of Beverly Hills, had quiet evenings with my road trip family. Drove up to Santa Barbara to a house of a new friend, the back half of the house overlooked the ocean, I slept on the floor in between the little fleece blankets I stole from the airplane like it was a good idea, ate real meals at a home for the first time in a long time, spent time in the beach town where all of the fonts on everything were tropical silly ones and fog covered the top half of the mountains sporadically throughout the day, explored every afternoon. Took the scenic route to San Fransisco and stayed in a home the was on the side of and among the hills, I saw lizards in the backyard in the morning time. Took the train into the city every morning and got to be a tourist, ended up at too many parties that I had no idea about, I missed that, I fell into comfort in my own city, always knowing what I was getting into there and it's a nice change to be completely blind. Went to Berkeley and spent time in bookshops and observing the people on the streets. Went to the Pride festivities in San Fransisco which was ridiculous visually, there were so many people everywhere and added to the every-experience-is-a-blurry-dream feeling even more. The entire time I was meeting up with old and new mostly-photographer friends and it just feels very nice. My mind functions very differently when I am never alone. I wish I could write this out better I missed everything trying to put it down in words. I already miss every separate piece of June.