Yesterday, while rooting through my photos in search of a fitting illustration for my blog, I stumbled upon this picture:
It’s from my first solo trip, a month-long stay in Bellingham, Washington. My sister Mary came out to join me on my last week. Apparently we wandered into some thrift shop and found this amazing wig (and the hat I should’ve bought). I was 20 and she was 17. I had just quite three of my five jobs in order to start traveling, and she was finishing up her final year of high school. It’s kind of freaky that we look exactly the same then as we do now— this picture could’ve been taken yesterday if Mary or I had found a way to teleport.
So much has changed since I snapped this shot. But one thing has remained constant: we still love taking goofy photos.