Man, being in Arcata again feels awesome. This is where it all began for me. I learned to decorate cakes in the bakery down the street, I’ve lived (AND PARTIED) in all these apartments scattered throughout the town, there are memories on every bit of sidewalk, lawn and storefront here. Good times and awful times. Coming of age stories galore (for the late bloomers — not much happened to me/for me in high school).
I have friends here who never left, or left and came back, and I wonder if I could do it again here. It’s just so fucking far from everything but is also a special little paradise in it’s own way.
Little things have changed but most everything looks exactly how it did when I moved in here in ‘99 and then left in 2006.