This One time...

Ever since I've moved to San Francisco I've been struggling with a certain phrase.

This one time... 

At first I thought it was just my home sickness talking.

This one time... my mom and I went to the mall and saw...

This one time... my friends Leah and Danae sat at my house while I took a nap and then...

This one time... my soccer team took over Walmart and we... 

And then I thought it was because my roommates had such cool stories and I couldn't match up to them, but I would try.

This one time... my friends and I drove to San Diego to watch 5 innings of a baseball game and then...

This one time... I forced my friend Lovet to hike up a mountain with me and...

This one time... my friend Justine and I went to a Train concert and we...  

But then I got scared that I had no other way to start a conversation.

This one time... I went to O.C. fair with my friends and we...

This one time... my friend Angel and I stupidly watched The Conjuring and then we...

This one time... I went to chicago with my high school choir and we...

But then I realized all of things were not true. I wasn't homesick, my roommates stories werent cooler than mine, and I'm great at starting converstations. There is one explaination to my obsession with this phrase, I have a great life. At first I thought I was just being nostalgic like always, but then I realized that I just really love talking about my love of life. And I can't wait for the next chapter to my life so I can use that phrase to talk about San Francisco.

This one time... I lived in San Francisco and...