Goodness gracious

What a transition. From high school to (almost) college. From a high school teenager to a slightly less delusional college teenager. From, well, school to summer. Because ultimately, that’s the biggest transition here.

I wish i had the time to explain all that has happened, but i don’t believe i do haha. What is there to say? It’s been a fast month. And honestly, it has been almost exactly a month. A month from meeting Clotilde and the three weeks in which my faith in humanity has been temporarily restored. It really is something when the language barriers are broken (mostly) and you realize that you can connect to someone who has been living on the other side of the friggin’ world, that everyone is still a human. It’s absolutely insane.

And this past month has been fantastic, to say the least. I can’t even explain. Summer fling? That really wouldn’t be the word I’d use. I have never felt so loved in my life by anyone (well, except the parentals, ha). But with all this happiness comes all the stress of my parents. And i guess, I’ll leave it at that.

P.S. Six flags = roller coasters = good day.

After a month of road trips to who knows where and who knows how much time spent together, we've finally got a group shot. Well, one.

Summer

or to be specific: less than a month of it, less than three weeks of it.

the vacations are coming to an end as some are just starting, escaping just before being reeled back in, and the buzz and the excitements slowing down as the dust gets kicked up again as friends and families come home and there’s more people in tacky, overpriced stores and malls and local sources of entertainment as others spend more time on a couch or on in bed or lounging outside as if to soak up as much time, air, sunlight as they can before the rush for supplies and applications and papers and deadlines and school bells and it all begins again, for the 13th time.

Bring on senior year.

Add a pinch of Bitter.

“if i could, i’d spend more money on carwashes & slurpees,

more time in the grass, on the trails,

 taking pictures, keeping track,

 but the good things come slow & the moments fast

less time in one place, less time on one agreement,

so i think i’ll take it in fast, maybe fleeting,

not to wing it, but to enjoy it while it lasts.”

 

pffft, myspace.