Before I could even enjoy the weekend, lost my cell phone and had no idea whatsoever where it could have gone. Then, while I replayed every possible scenario in my head, I got an email from my roommate saying a man contacted her because he found my cell phone in a parking lot! My battery was about to die so he hurried and tried to copy down my recent contacts and gave his information to Sarah and eventually I got my phone back the next morning. This is not the first time something like that has happened to me. I know it doesn't say much for my ability to hold onto my things, but it's a great testament for humanity. I know that every chance I get I'm going to pay it forward.
I seem to have commuting in my blood. When I was in elementary school, my mom would drive us across the Bay Bridge every day so we could attend the schools we wanted. Now that I'm older, I seem to spend a lot more time in the car then I'd originally planned. I hit Santa Cruz and San Francisco in the same weekend and although I'm exhausted right now, each of my long drives was well worth it.
Alongside this happily-ending-fiasco, I also got to enjoy the weekend with my favorite coffee house, softball, my favorite veggie burger, brunch with David, and street-strolling in Santa Cruz. When I came back home, I went to my friend's adorable San Francisco studio apartment where we cooked one of the best meals I've had in a while (along with homemade thin mints*). Topped with an afternoon at the cherry blossom festival-- this weekend was good.
*You should know me well enough to know that these babies are getting their own post.
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