Finally, San Francisco Part Three. Golden Gate Bridge... here I come!

Dear Elizabeth,

I just really haven't had time. God I'm a shitty person.
So much else has happened, but San Francisco is still on my mind.
As I sit here typing, listening to music, I feel as though I'm playing a piano... and my thoughts are the music in my ears. It's the loveliest feeling in the world.
I feel as though I've got graceful, dainty fingers... tapping away on what would be ivory keys. Keystrokes breaking up the lyrics of the songs I can hear. But the ivory keys are letters, and the musical notes are words. The world is so lovely when I feel this way. What if thoughts were like songs... and every thought was a beautiful melody? What if instead of words we spoke in song?

I am not high. Just thoughtful tonight...

So, the third day of my trip was the day we spent at Haight and Ashbury... the Hippie District! It was so much fun. I felt like I walked through a time warp and landed in the Summer of Love in 1969. I loved it there... we met a shop owner who left Doyelstown in 1988 and drove all the way to San Francisco and never turned back. I want to be like him. I want to just leave... sigh.

We ate brunch in the most colorful place I've ever been. I'm telling you... I never felt as alive as I did when I was in California. I was able to breathe easier... I was able to walk through city streets singing every song I knew in my head. I felt so lovely. There is only that one word... again, and again, and again. Lovely.

So after spending three hours in the Haight District, Devon and I went back to the hotel to wait for Jason's parents to come pick us up to take us to Petaluma! It was so cool meeting them! They really are wonderful people. So we got to drive across the Golden Gate Bridge!!!! It was the coolest ever! We stopped at this vista lookout point across the bridge and took like a million photos. We could see the skyline of San Francisco and Alcatraz from where we were! After the bridge it was through the loveliest place ever... Napa Valley, and to Petaluma where the show was at!

They took us to dinner at the most adorable little Italian restaurant ever. We talked to them all night. But they did pray before dinner... kinda weird. Anyway... after dinner we went to this place called Peet's Coffee. Let's just say it make Starbucks look like a whore. Hmmm... so then the show. I fucking love California and everything about it. The show was great! I love Christian music apparently because all of the bands were majorly awesome! Jason was weird and awkward during the show, and I know it was because I was getting weird and sad towards the end. I did love being one of the few people in the audience that knew all of the words to his songs!!! And we got a shout out for traveling the furthest to the show!! Woohoo! We didn't interact much during the show because his parents are like crazy religious or something... boo.

The show ended. My world fell apart. Literally... my life was in shambles for a full 24 hours. He hugged me goodbye because he was heading back with the band... and I began to cry. I lost it. I couldn't stop crying. I just cried all night... I finally knew what heartbreak felt like. It felt like someone stabbed me directly in the chest and ripped out my lungs and my heart. I couldn't breathe and I couldn't think... about anything but the pain. I cried in the morning. I cried on the way to the plane... I cried as the plane took off... I just cried a lot. I didn't stop crying until we were in the Philly airport. I'm crying now... that's all I can write now. I promise to right more later!

Love,

Me