it was kismet

last night, i found out that this very village in which i live (and have spent the last 2 summers) was also the home of GEORGE HARRISON!!!! FORMER BEATLE!!!! WHOM I LOVE!!!!

you might be thinking, sweetpagene, what kind of beatles fan are you, that you didn't even know where george harrison spent his last years? and in my defense, i would like to point out that i was never very interested in what the beatles did by themselves. the magic only happened when they were a group of four. if you don't believe me, have a listen to this:



i am pretty sure paul mccartney regrets that song. and if he doesn't, he should.

but, anyway, I WALK BY GEORGE HARRISON'S HOUSE EVERY SINGLE DAY AND I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW IT! i was meant to be here. i already knew that, but this confirms it. and when masa casually mentioned that george harrison had lived nearby and my eyes went big and i gasped, tim summed it up well: "this is going to completely alter the course of her summer." it's true, because now i have to schedule in some clandestine visits. i don't care if he doesn't live there anymore, i'm sure i'll find some remnant beatle magic.

i KNEW all along this place was paradise. now i have proof.