The Chapel of Chimes

Back in Oakland, like I never left. I am instantly inundated with past memories of the vividly mundane and a feeling of belonging. This must be what home feels like.

Oakland hasn't changed too much, and I feel like I haven't changed too much either.

On a break from apartment hunting, John took us to a little date to The Chapel of the Chimes. It was the brightest and most uplifting cemetery I've ever seen.

And lastly, we went to eat the best chicken sandwich in the whole world.

Been thinking about you Bakesale Betty.