Old Sacramento

I sometimes forget to appreciate the beauty that is right in front of me. I constantly feel myself imagining a city, landscape, and adventure that is better than my current one. I felt this way about Sacramento… Until today.

I was hungover and feeling shitty. My plan was to lie in bed all day. Then my roommate (what sounded like an impulsive decision on her part), told me to get ready. We were going on an adventure… In our own city? From Toronto, to London, and now Sacramento, I never felt the need to explore the cities I have lived in. For me, exploration was saved for foreign cities. My hometowns never felt foreign to me.

So, I forced myself to roll out of bed and get ready. Picking up one of my new thrift store finds, I quickly dressed. Florals and denim… What seemed like my new, go-to California apparel. We were ready. Just minutes later, we were headed to Old Sacramento.

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Vintage Marc Jacobs Florals

Immediately… And I mean immediately. I found myself falling in love with the city. Culture. History. Community. Everything I longed for was here. What started off as a slight bit of of resent for a city that appeared to be so limited, quickly turned into appreciation. I was brought to Sacramento for a reason. It isn’t the biggest, loudest, or most fun city, but it is the city I am supposed to be in right now. Finally, after a month of being here, I felt like Sacramento was my home.

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Enough about my personal reflections. My fellow international friends and I were on a fun adventure. We basically situated ourselves in Old Sacramento and walked. We strolled for hours. But, time flew by. This area was beautiful. As a lover of all things historical and vintage, I found myself gawking at every building and street corner. The same paved streets I am walking on were once occupied by horse-and-carriages. Old Sacramento resembled a setting from a Wild, Wild West movie.

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Our journey only began in Old Sacramento. Being in the capitol of California, it is a necessity to visit the Parliament building. And what a sight that building was. After taking a billion (seriously my camera roll is full) pictures of Parliament, we walked over to DOCO (Downtown Commons). There we saw the Golden 1 Centre. We’ll definitely be back. I plan on cheering on NBA’s Sacramento Kings there!

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After our self-guided tour of the California State Capitol, we stumbled (literally stumbled) upon an outdoor festival called “Parking Day.” It was a free, community event that featured live music, games, art, and interactive exhibits. IT WAS SO FUN!

What’s a day without yummy food though? Of course my friends and I devoured some of the local Sacramento eats during our Sacramento exploration day. On our menu? Temple Coffee Roaster’s delicious vegan & gluten-free donut and much needed iced-coffee. We later indulged in this salivating grilled cheese straight from a food truck!

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Shift to a Minimalist Lifestyle

I’m a hoarder, collector, and a compulsive buyer.

I buy things for temporary happiness. I keep things because of an emotional attachment to them. I keep buying, buying, and buying because I can never find true happiness in my purchases.

I have an obsession. Not only with the act of shopping itself, but with purchasing things that make me feel prettier, richer, and more stylish than others. Fuck, saying that out loud makes me feel like a bitch. But, it’s true. I would receive an immediate satisfaction upon purchasing things I really didn’t need. That satisfaction quickly fades after I use the products. If I even use the products. I have countless amounts of purchases that are still in the original packaging, still containing the price tags.

I now feel claustrophobic surrounded by all this stuff. I have thousands of articles of clothing on hangers, in drawers, on the floor, and in my luggage, because I have run out of space in my room to put them. I feel overwhelmed being in my own home, looking at all these things.

And I feel sad, sadder than ever, that 21 years and millions of purchases later, I’m still not happy. Materialism has done nothing for me other than put me in extreme debt at such a young age.

I think I’m in that rebellion, fuck normativity phase of my life. Or, I might just be realizing what is actually important to me. Something that very few people can accomplish. I’m realizing that material goods have and can never help me achieve true happiness. I feel the most happy when I’m merely just surrounded with the people I love.  I feel the most satisfied when I’m strolling through nature, taking in the beauty and alignment of an all natural environment.

I’ve decided to make the shift to a minimal life. It will definitely take time to completely change my lifestyle, but this is a challenge I’m ready and willing to take!