I love California, but I hate the people. Not to say that people in California are particularly fucked up, but they're just human. Humans are so flawed.
This is probably one of the saddest trips I’ll ever make to such a beautiful place. Every chance there was for a human to fuck up happened. This is all happening when Steven’s brother is dead. He left him a lot of assets, but now Steven is stuck in a financial nightmare where he has to give up his life temporarily to tie up the loose ends that his brother’s life. I feel very sorry for anyone who go’s through a financial war, immediately after their loved one dies.
I’ve had a huge problem with love for the longest time. I would just write it off as a hormone that makes people’s brains kookie for a short time. I believed that it was a purely selfish act. I even didn’t believe it existed at all at some point. I’m throwing all of that out of the window. Love is very essential for leading a sane life. Love is selfish at times, but it’s the selfless moments that make it worthwhile. I’m not going to live my life counting pennies and dimes, and lose sight of the grand picture. I am going to build something. I am going to change the world for the better in some way.
I completed my revolution around the sun in Utah, and now am celebrating horny bunny day in Nevada.
This is the best start possible to my 22nd year of life. I have seen so many beautiful places in a little over a week. While I have greatly enjoyed this trip, there has been a sad feeling in the air. I would have much rather none of the things that came to pass had not happened, and that I wouldn’t be here right now. Life must go on though.
I’m in Utah. We’re going to see a bunch of really cool rocks the next few days. The Rockies are breathtaking. Since March 29 we’ve been driving. I didn’t really start taking any pictures until two days ago because the country is just flat, flat, flat until you get to Denver, Colorado. If you can afford to go on a road trip, and you have the time, do it. You will never regret it, unless you get mauled to death by a grizzly bear.