My 24th birthday came and went, and it was the best birthday I've ever had. Ever. I spent two days (including my actual birthday) in San Francisco with Jenn and Stephanie, my kindred spirits, and I had the time of my life. My favorite memory was lying on a blanket having a picnic in Dolores Park while listening to a couple play classical guitar and drums. It's the little things that make life great. As soon as I landed back home, I was kidnapped and sent to a massive surprise birthday party full of my best friends, schemed up by my boyfriend and my mother. I bawled like a baby with happiness. Now I'm back on the work and school grind. This weekend was what dreams are made of, but it's good to be home.
photography by Randy Tran