I was gonna have Thanksgiving with the pops but he was feeling sick so my Mom convinced me to hop on the Amtrak and head down to HB. The journey from SB to HB is waaay better than going north.
One of the rare times Los Angeles looks nice.
Some socks were sleepy.
I arrived in Santa Ana at around 6pm and my Mom said she would be waiting. After a ten minute phone call of her trying to explain where she was at the station, I realized she was at the Anaheim station instead. Thanks Mom.
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