Tag: Insignificants

Camping in Idyllwild and The Significance of Feeling Insignificant

We left at 8am on the dot. Kirsten, my West Coast Bestie, made a concerted effort to be on time, knowing my love language is arriving early. And I, knowing Kirsten to be perpetually fashionably late, took my time and was rushed when she arrived. We had a laugh about that, hopped in my Subaru, and hi...