Man life’s a trip.
I moved to northern Nevada from WA at age 15, and became friends with this boy a year later. We both moved away, and then eventually back there, and ran back into each other. We started out rough. His mom had spent half his upbringing in prison for hustlin the lsd and he was adopted via the dead head roadie train by a big crazy family. I was a wild child coming from major dysfunction. People that come from the crevices we’ve been, don’t usually “make it.” We literally started from the bottom, as in my car was duct taped together. ♀️
This weekend we go to his high school reunion and it has me reflecting back on everything we’ve done since.
We’ve practically lived five lives since, yet are still very much the same people.
We’ve managed to maintain being two creatives that raise two very sweet innocent boys, and have traveled the world while giving them a beautiful life. I’m feeling like a blessed hippie princess right now.
I am so grateful for where I am at right now. Ps, Tahoe area friends, we’ll be at Sand Harbor on Sat I think it is, if you wanna link up, hit me up.