The title is a line by Lana Del Rey because she is haunting my head right now. For many years, I was dead certain and very vocal about Bangalore being the right place for me to live. Now that I've been here for almost 5 months, I've fallen silent. Fortunately, everywhere I live, I find there is a lot to love. Maybe after a couple more years of restless wandering, I'll piece together my kind of place. Featuring (to start with):
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| Hailstorms [Bakersfield, CA] |
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| Late late nights [Madrid, Spain] |
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| Libraries [Boston, MA] |
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| Highways [Southern California] |
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| Highways [Northern California] |
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| Little roads [Madrid, Spain] |
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| Food [Bakersfield, CA] |
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| Farms [Central California] |
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| Trees [Davis, CA] |
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| Autumn leaves [Boston, MA] |
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| Rain [Bangalore, KA] |
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| History [Boston, MA] |
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| Backyards [Bakersfield, CA] |
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| Orchards [Davis, CA] |
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| Weird parks [Davis, CA] |
In conclusion, I need to live on a rainy farm with a huge public library that's open late...?
When you find it, let me know! So glad you're writing again, I love it
ReplyDeleteA nice compilation of pics and tags.
ReplyDeleteWow, you HAVE visited the back yard, the pic is the evidence.
When you find THAT place which has all those nice things, let me know.
I want to cook food for you there and listen to your song of life under construction.
Anonymous daddy.