buster, you’re 8 years old. stop having an existential crisis.
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I made it my mission to visit Oak Hill Cemetery to visit the grave of the ravishing late Edith Minturn Sedgwick. I find her so fascinating; there is something very intriguing about her that I cannot quite pinpoint.
Perhaps it’s Edie’s tragic tale that stole my heart. Edie was a young girl who was taken advantage of and manipulated by those closest to her, including Andy Warhol and Bob Dylan. She was a young girl who desperately wanted to love and be loved. She was coined as a “youthquaker” because of her spirit and energy, taking the world by storm with her beauty and individuality. Isn’t it ironic how the life of the party is also the loneliest of them all?
I love love loveee Edie Sedgwick, the girl who passed too young.
Acai island bowl at Backyard Bowls. I am a health freak so this was my haven.
Mountain ranges and wildlife.
**I spotted a deer!! It ran in front of our car so we had to brake fast. It was so surreal; I thought things like this only happened in movies! The downside to living in a city/suburb is the lack of interaction with untouched nature.
We spotted a random boat docked by Butterfly Beach and decided to hop in. Trespassing? No, more like inspecting.
I convinced the guard to open the gates to Neverland. Not too exciting since the main property was still a few miles uphill, but it was closer than what most people get to see since Michael Jackson’s death.
Magnificent floor art at the Mission.
Los Olivos, the town for old folks who like wine.
My latina twin
