Misplaced Places
I know so many people who love all of these exotic places, like I had this friend who travelled with her family her whole life and then right after she graduated high school, she moved to California and worked on a weed farm and then with the money she made, she packed up with the love of her life and moved to the virgin islands. That's craziness right? I can't believe that she just took off one day and did what she wanted and I feel like not many people do that these days, I feel like life has become a game of pursuing the safest path instead of challenging ourselves. Once I asked her if, out of all of the places she'd been, which was her favorite, and she said she didn't have one.
My favorite place to be is sort of weird, it's in this big white clunky car my best friend has. We take trips out deep into the woods of Gardiner and into the mountains and we listen to music and we can say whatever we'd like, because nobody is there to listen. It also has great speakers and we make playlists just for driving into the mountains. One of the best feelings I've ever had is the hum of the engine beneath my feet, and the wind blowing my hair all over the place, with the perfect song playing in the background. Not to mention, it smells like lavender in there.
 I'm also one of those people who believes that a place is just a place until you give it meaning. I don't care if I set foot in a fairy garden with rainbows shooting out of my eyeballs, places don't gain importance for being beautiful, they gain importance by being significant to you or your life in some way. It's all about function: if you kissed the love of your life for the first time in front of a junkyard, is that junkyard going to be more important to you than the random nice field a few houses down? That's for you to decide.