The Post I Almost Did Yesterday

Remember when I said that I love my walk home?  Turns out that is true even when it's raining.  Two days in a row.

Back to the main point, I love my walk home.  Like times a thousand.  Which leads me to......

"20 Minutes in the Life of Gigi While Walking" Picture Tour!!!!!

I hope that was self-explanatory.

So get this.  You are now a twenty-year-old college coed attending one Stanford University.  You are obsessed with your football team and today you might have accidentally said that you have elephant-like skin in one of your classes for reasons that still don't make sense to you, but this is besides the point.  

After engaging in a full school-day's worth of schoolishness and good old fashioned hard work, you head home from the library.  And here's where we hit picture number one:

Really, there was a maintenance man putting in light bulbs at a different chandelier that you really wanted to take a picture of, but you decided that blatantly taking a picture of a stranger who is stuck at the top of a tall ladder might be a little less than usual.  But you take a picture of the chandeliers anyways because, really, it's the little things that remind you of Hogwarts.  

After leaving the library and making a bit of awkward small talk with the library man, you set off into the world, ready for the fresh air.  Only when you leave the library, you start to wonder where Christian Bale is, because, are we filming the next Batman movie?

You marvel at the fact that you have now taken two pictures without anyone noticing that you have taken them, and decide that that man is infinitely cooler for owning a motorcycle that is basically a replica of the Bat-mobile.  But all motorcycle lusting aside, you now have the urge for an insanely cool leather jacket because then if you asked that man to let you ride his bike, he would probably let you because you looked so cool.

Overcome by a sense of sadness at your lack of leather jacket, you decide life is too short to mourn what could have been, and again, you press onward.  Wandering the sidewalks, and admiring your shadow (How is she like me, except with longer legs and way skinnier?  I want to look like her.), you see something that causes you to wonder.

You come to the conclusion that a sprinkler has been broken, but still there are so many questions:  What are those little flags there for?  If they noticed a problem was there, why did they put little flags there instead of fixing the sprinkler?  Are the little flags to alert you of the tiny marshlands that are growing and slowly taking over the sidewalks?

Whatever, it must not be terribly important, because you are still walking.  But then you get to your neighborhood.  Your neighborhood!  And every time that you enter this magical little place known as College Terrace, you want to scream to the world that it is something like Narnia.  Having never seen a neighborhood so adorable and also, let's be honest, kind of cramped as this, you indulge in three photos.  Three!

After taking this photo, you realize you have captured these cyclisysts in the moment and are both concerned and overjoyed.  Concerned because, why do you have this weird urge to take photos of strangers today, and overjoyed because, how idyllic is this?   They are literally riding bikes through their neighborhood, and the son is wearing a helmet and everything.  

When you get to this house, you at first want to own it, and then realize how much of a grandma you would appear to be if you actually owned a house that was somewhere between pink and purple.  And you would have so much gardening to do!

And as you stop right before taking the pathway back to your place, you snap this shot from your front yard and think, "if I had a green house, would that automatically make me a better parent?"  because that logic is very sound.  Oh and also, even though your camera didn't catch it, you see that there are now pumpkins on the front porch of this little green house and you're so overcome with the Disney/Pixar "Up" of it all that you spend the rest of the afternoon pondering what you would do if a little Asian boy with an absentee father showed up at your doorstep.  Would you dismiss him or would you take him to Fenton's ice cream?  Which is a real place in Oakland that you now really want to visit.

And then you turn to face the 921 (soon to be named with a real good name), and you realize that only eyes can do justice to this little majesty of a triplex.

Oh, you can go back to being you now.