I Thought We Were In New York

I could blame it on the glass of rosé I had at dinner the other night, but the truth is that I had a complete and absolute brain fart. My friend, her boyfriend, and I were talking and my friend mentioned that the Tone It Up girls, Karena and Katrina, did most of their videos on Manhattan Beach. I immediately furrowed my brows and, for a split second, forgot where I was. I then commented something along the lines of (perhaps this was verbatim), "I thought they were from California?" 

Doh. 

I dropped the beach and thought we were temporarily in New York, 2,800 miles between Manhattan Beach and New York City's borough. I think that was the final indicator that I needed to sleep and have a moment to relax.

Vacationing with multiple friend groups is hard as an introvert. I had the most incredible six days in California, a state that I never thought I'd be able to visit, let alone tolerate because of (1) the heat and (2) the chill atmosphere. Well, apparently going in October helped with the heat aspect (for the most part) and it turns out, I can handle the overall "chill" vibe for six days. Who knew, right?

My legs ache a little bit. My feet are probably in desperate need of a pedicure or at least an intense pumice stone session in the shower at some point soon. I still have a few zits that are no doubt a result of a combination of my period, flying, and not drinking enough water or eating enough fruits and vegetables. I haven't been on a regulated routine since I left Cleveland, but vacations always throw a wrench in my usual day-to-day life and I always have to cope. Add in a three hour time difference that I never got used to and a go, go, go week with a hefty amount of socialization and you'll get the end result of tired.

I feel a different kind of tired though. I mean, yes, I didn't sleep for well over 24 hours because I don't sleep on flights and can't nap. There's still a tiny remnant of sleepy-tired left lingering in my body. But I'm not tired like I am after a long, stressful week. It was a peaceful kind of tired, the kind that makes me want to reflect on what I spent all of my time doing that drained my energy. It's tiredness affected entirely by good experiences, not bad. It's a manageable type of tired, one that I can look back on fondly because it meant I did something(s) good.

So yes, in a moment of what I can only call pure exhaustion, I thought I was on the east coast when I was still on the west coast and I never want to live it down.

Top: Forever 21 | Shorts: Nordstrom Rack | Shoes: Target | Bag: Rebecca Minkoff | Sunglasses: Quay