just hold on

Wenn du liest das, ich bin unterwegs zurück im California. 
Deutschland, danke fur eine ganze tolles zeit.

In the words of the great poet Aubrey Graham, “Just hold on, we’re going home.” As you read this, I am somewhere in the middle of a 17 hour journey home. (If my taco truck isn’t where it’s meant to be after all this, I’m going to be very upset.) I can’t believe it’s been three months either. It feels like just twelve weeks ago that I was *SURPRISE* running off to Europe. (With my parents permission.) I’ve gotten to see and eat so much since then, and my life is forever a little bit more exciting because of it.

I can’t WAIT to see what happens next. It’ll have to be pretty big to top this.

Maybe the flight attendant will actually bring me the water I asked for two hours ago. 

x J 

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  1. Taco trucks are essential.:) xoxo



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