home is where the heart is

"I left my heart in San Francisco, high on the hill.."
- Frank Sinatra's "I Left My Heart in San Francisco."

Yeah, the home is surely where the heart is. Yes, I live in Carson, but for three days and two nights, my home was the Ramada Inn on Market St. of San Francisco. For three days and two nights, I had a different family, was in a different environment, and was exposed to a lot of new things (including speed walking around the city at midnight while eating or drinking). For three days and two nights, I didn't have any responsibility except to not get lost, not to starve, manage money, have common courtesy for hotel visitors and workers, and tend to my personal hygiene. For three days and two nights, I was far and out of Carson on my own.

These memories will never be replaced. Never. They are engraved within my mind and of course in my heart. Rekindled friendships, new friendships, and growing friendships were formed with not only fellow students, but teachers. Great stuff.

Pictures will be up soon. It's probably already up while you're reading this. But even though... IF YOU HAVE ANY PICTURES FROM THE TRIP, PLEASE SNED/BURN THEM FOR ME!!