So I must admit, on my drive out a few thoughts crossed my mind. Worry of being lost in the crowd, not fitting in, being a loner...you know, those kinds of thoughts. Well about the time those thoughts were whizzing through my brain, I passed this old farm house. And I thought, how perfect. I am this house. But then I remembered so much of life is a choice, and I choose to not be this house.
This is where we stumbled upon the edge of America. Josh was using my camera because he wanted to take pictures...This may or may not be the only one that turned out...
Don't worry Mom and Dad, life here in L.A is good. There is this little restaurant in Malibu that over looks the ocean called Moonshadows, yes some of you may know it as the place Mel Gibson let his true feelings about Jewish people slip out...Don't worry, I don't hate Jews, I actually brought one with me.
