Without You | Dillon Francis
Without You | Dillon Francis
Yes, I realize it’s all gadgets.
What a perfect way to cap Summer 2013.
Came home to a huge family party to welcome me back to the sunny state. Like always, the fam eats good.
Spent Labor Day weekend on Catalina Island.
and cliff diving off Aztec Falls! (aka the longest, hardest hike of my life).
Sun-filled, family-filled, friends-filled, and food-filled. Home life = good life. Coming back to my roots always reminds me of how good I really do have it.
<3 <3 <3
"I seriously feel like a desperate single girl … only the boys that don’t want me are businesses."
The red thread of fate is an East Asian belief originating from Chinese legend and is also used in Japanese legend. According to this myth, the gods tie an invisible red string around the ankles of those that are destined to meet each other in a certain situation or help each other in a certain way. Often, in Japanese culture, it is thought to be tied around the little finger.
The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break.
I’m still a believer.
6 days until Seattle.
16 days until LA.
43 days until school starts.
Tell the world I’m coming home.
is the cure. I realized I was slowly burning out. DC recharged me.
I wrote a long post, and I think I’ve finally organized my thoughts on what I’ve learned here. But it’s too long, and too personal, and honestly - do you really care? Haha. Only important thing to know is: I give up. In the best way possible. I have no control over my life whatsoever other than myself and my perspective. SIMPLIFYING MY LIFE BY NOT OVERTHINKING IT, just faith. There we go haha.
Also, DC has really good food. It’s amazing I haven’t gotten fat.
"You eat more than you look like you could." - Biggest compliment ever.
and because I’m asian… Pictures of food:
in true Shin style - 50 lbs of King Crab legs. We ate it all. We have no shame. We get kicked out of seafood buffets so now we eat at home. #shinblood
Good Stuff Eatery. Still the best burger I’ve ever had.
St. Arnold’s on Jefferson. Such buttery mussels AND on the happy hour menu? I die.
Dangerously Delicious Pies. Everything the name implies, sinfully good.
Masa 14. Prosciutto flatbread. Part of the bottomless brunch. Bottomless drinks AND food - both of which were so so so so good, so so soo drunk. (Lychee bellinis and Blood orange mimosas)
Chinatown Express. Duck ramen. $5. Sadly, the most Chinese thing in Chinatown here. There’s Hooters and Chipotle and Urban Outfitters here, but with Chinese signs. And that, my friends, sums up how “ethnic” this area gets.
Oyamel. Seafoam margarita. It tasted weird. But the tacos were delish and only $4 for 2. Happy hours are to-die-for here. Truly, the only thing I’ll miss about DC.
Reading Terminal. Philly, PA. My best friend moved here, so I got a chance to check it out. Pulled pork sandwich - always yummy. Esp if hungover.
Vigilante Coffee. Kale & feta quiche. Not the best quiche I’ve ever had, but definitely the best coffee. This place grew to be my fave spot in DC. Coffeeshop by day, bar by night - literally exactly the kind of place I want to own when I get older. So hipster the bartenders don’t smile, but I deal with it because the coffee is that good.
And for good measure - THIS is the best quiche I’ve ever had - Goat cheese, basil and raspberries. Made by my roommate - who inadvertently spoiled me all summer with his baking. List of things I’ve come home to and eaten: strawberry hand pies, scones, a banana cream pie, croissants. He will make a lady very happy someday. Until then, I’m reaping all the benefits as temp roommate.