During the summer of 2011 I took a trip to Grass Valley, California with my sister and dad. When anyone asks me what was one time in my life, where I had no worries and was simply happy. It was this time.
Early in the morning, we departed from my dad's house and left to Grass Valley. I slept the first half of the trip on the way there. The trip there was three hours and thirty minutes. Grass Valley is a small town with a population of 12,000 people (located close to Reno, Nevada). It really didn't sound exciting to me on the way there, but I was still happy to be leaving out of town.
On the way there, I listened to The Xx's first album on repeat. Easily the most calming and relaxing thing to listen to on a car ride with headphones in. I fell asleep a few times before finally entering Grass Valley.
The weather was in the seventies and it felt amazing. I remember feeling a cool breeze that made it feel more like a beach. The first thing we did was go to a thrift store. My dad has always loved looking around in thrift stores which made my sister and I love it as well. I don't remember getting anything but I do remember wanting a raccoon stuffed animal really bad but it was too expensive for some reason.
Soon leaving, we checked into the hotel room. It was a super nice room with a big living room and small kitchen. We unpacked our stuff and got situated. My dad and sister went downstairs to check out the lobby while I stayed in the room.
I laid down on the bed and thought about checking my Tumblr. I had many friends and followers who I talked to from all over the country, and just loved reblogging pictures of people, architecture, and nature. My blog was so beautiful and I miss it sometimes (I deleted it months later because Kenna deleted hers, so I felt compelled to do the same). I know I was such a follower.
I looked around the room and thought about how cool it would be to travel from hotel-to-hotel or to have a place like the room as a home. I pulled out my phone and looked up movie showtimes around Grass Valley (I still do this to this day). Win Win was playing at a nearby theater which excited the fuck out of me. I followed a film reviewer on YouTube who talked about how great of a movie it was, and it interested me immensely—I mean there was a really cute blonde wrestler in the film! As well as thee amazing Paul Giamatti.
I left the room and went downstairs to meet my dad and sister. I told him about the movie and how bad I wanted to see it. Being spoiled and all, I got to see it. The theater it was showing at was very old and I felt older just being in it. We got popcorn and soda before the movie started. My eyes were wide open all the way through, I tried to imagine what it would be like to be a wrestler. Came to a conclusion that it does not sound fun. My dad fell asleep and started snoring. I gave him a nudge because I was embarrassed, but I laughed.
The day after, we drove up ten minutes away from town. We were surrounded by trees, the really pretty ones that almost look fake. We headed to a bunch of yard sales and I just remember loving all the houses I saw. I thought to myself, I want to be living in one of these houses and having a yard sale. I sensed how relaxed everyone was in Grass Valley, and I wanted to feel that all the time.
Writing now I realize that Grass Valley was such a memorable trip to me because: I was not worried about anything that I am worried about now, I was young, I had no relationships to maintain, I had no work. I had that sense of caring about nothing, and loving everything. I didn't think about the future, I didn't think about the past. I was in the moment and I was happy with it.
I haven't been back to Grass Valley since then, but I hope to go back one day. And by Grass Valley, I mean having no worries at all.