Day 40: Repeating their debut album for months on end, to say I loved Savage Garden in high school would be an understatement. I especially adored the ending track — Santa Monica.
A while back I found myself feeling homesick and lonesome, and found myself wandering the 3rd Street Promenade in Santa Monica one Sunday morning.
Santa Monica shuffled onto my music playlist, and for a second memories of my high school days overwhelmed me; ideas of the places I wanted to go, things I wanted to become. I’m here.
In Santa Monica, all the people got modern names like Jake or Mandy.