This is the perfect New Years Eve outfit, in my opinion. Or the perfect “dress up for that cute Instagram photo but secretly have nowhere to go to” outfit. C’mon, I’m not the only one. Right?



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I wasn’t a big fan of Santa Barbara, to be honest. The Spanish houses were nothing but charming and the sand underneath my toes were even warmer and softer than usual, but it was just not one of those cities that stirred me on the inside. One night is hardly enough to judge a city but from the first impression, it seemed a little aloof, a little full of itself. Maybe it’s just me.


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We arrived in San Simeon just in time for sunset. If there was any trace of the city air in Monterey, all that was gone as a massive herd of elephant seals welcomed us to the city. There was no sunset like this, no. The rhythmic puffs of noises, which I presumed to be the seals burping,ย  were really not serene sounds by any means that you might expect to go with this view in front of you, this mesmerizing, almost surreal view. At the same time, nothing seemed off-putting, either. Not at all. It was one of those moments that made you inhale to the very bottom of your lungs–despite how much the seals stunk, while silently wishing that your memory could perfectly preserve, in this second, everything.


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The drive from San Francisco to Monterey was magnificent. ROAD TRIIIIIIIIIIIP! We paid Stanford University a little visit and albeit beautiful, I suspect that much of its charm left with its usual buzzing student crowd on vacation.

We spent pretty much the entire Christmas day cruising through the 17-mile Drive. It was truly a whole, different sight around every corner. The sun was having a hard time deciding whether or not to show its face so the view changed second-by-second.


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I tried to be an unconventional tourist in SF. I really did. I had it in my vision to hop onto whichever bus came my way and hop off at whichever neighborhood that vibed with me and just explore. It all seemed perfect, how I love walking and everything, all except for two things.

  1. I hate being spontaneous.
  2. It rained for two days straight.


Let me be honest, the incessant downpour and gloom made it really hard to fall in love with this city. As hard as I tried to convince myself that the mist gave the Golden Gate Bridge a mysterious look (which it did), I really did not enjoy the forty-eight hours of dirty glasses and wet socks. So I had to go back for it on my third day when the sky finally cleared. Can I get a wow?


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