Dear Seth,

I'm sitting in a cafe called Caffe Capri. It reminds me so much of WildFlour Bakery. And the music playing is A Thousand Years - Christina Perri. It's so homey. I feel alive and invigorated while drinking my pumpkin spiced latte.

Tomorrow night I start my journey for the third time, crossing from one coast to the next. Almost 2,500 miles and I will finally feel like I'm home. I thought about staying in Mt. Pleasant but I want to be near the pier and be able to walk around the city at night so I'll be staying in Charleston.

I cannot wait. The only thing better would be having you there but I know that's just a pipe dream.

I hope that you're having a great day. I see at least it's nice and warm there compared to Boise. Here it's fucking cold as hell. It rained through out the night, now we just have an over cast sky with wind. I can't wait to go to the beach when I get to Charleston. I can't wait!

Write to you later.

p.s. I love you