That Spiked Lemonade Safe House

When life’s give you lemons you get a bomb ass vodka lemonade. Wow. That makes me sound like an alcoholic. Well. Finals are ending and I have never been so pleased only because I am the worst at procrastinating and yet the best. Enough about my gloating I rock at last minute shit. Lately I have been brought back to earth. I returned to my homeland AZ I legit can’t get enough of the desert it’s in my veins. I don’t know if any of you guys get like this but sometimes I am the grumpiest girl alive. All up until I reach somewhere that reminds me of my past or my future or even my present. There’s a safe haven about Arizona. Don’t get me wrong Long Beach is home but, there is something about being with the Berry’s/ Nixon’s I cant get enough of them I always feel so loved and appreciated when I get there. I can’t forget to mention my beloved granny she’s literally the light of my life she just makes sense. I can’t help but feel so complete in Arizona. The moral of this post is find your safe house. Whether It be down the street or 5 hours away just discover you and figure out where you can be you. A place to just make you smile. I always know I can’t stay too long because my life is in Long Beach but that small escape is everything to me. A lot of my posts lately are finding the happiness or what gets your wheels going but honestly, I’m searching and looking for it solely for my own sake. Hopefully, you’re traveling with me and finding yourself along the way. No more couples.. signing out. XXXX, Bisous Shell