I Thought It Was Just a Bad Trip… Until We Found the Footprints**
I was 26 the first time I went to Coachella.
My friend Alyssa and I had been talking about it for years…
but something always got in the way. Money. Work. Life.
That year… everything finally lined up.
So we booked the flights, rented a small Airbnb, and decided we were going to do it right.
And for the first two days…
It was perfect.
The kind of perfect that doesn’t even feel real.
Music everywhere. Lights. People