from the passenger seat

good grades, beach curls, the start of my summer tan (and summer burn), video games with my family, and late nights watching movies with my boy. summer is too sweet.

this month: i moved, went from san francisco to san diego (and vice versa) four times, went to crossover, saw one of my best friends (who should be sick of me now after driving 20 hours with me and sleeping in the same bed with me, haha), completed my second year of college, told secrets, became president, got to spend some time with my fantastical new roommate in our awesome new room, cooked a lot, painted my nails too much, and became very very happy. and now i’m just happy to be home and to get this summer started. and that my bills are paid, because that was the actual reason i got online. props to growing up, haha.

goal #1: go to the gym to feel good after two days in a car and a full day of sleep.

goal #2: go to bed. now.

darling, i will always remember.

back in the airport. i bought a book to read, but in reality i know i’m just going to sleep all the way to sunny san diego. it’s been a rough weekend, yet again, and i can’t shake the feeling like i can’t protect everyone from the problems that won’t stop coming. there’s a slightly insufferable girl from my class in the same gate as me.

but i tried, i really did. i’m trying to get better at confronting the problem. i’m trying to be better, to do better. but now all i can think about is racing my lovely boy home, taking my sister to prom, laying in the sun, and driving up the state and back with my best friend to be a part of the sorority that has changed our lives.

i remember a year ago, heading home. i was somewhere between grief, a handful of troublesome boys, bright yellow and normal blonde hair. last summer didn’t make any sense, it never did, but maybe this summer will. because this summer is about writing for scientists, cooking dinners with my boy, and reaching out to my roots of sun, the 101, and old friends. it’s time to go home.