It’s been a few days of Adulthood™ now. Pretty much nothing has changed, but I must say I am excited by the thought that I could go get another ear piercing right now if I wanted to (don’t worry, Mom, I’m not actually going to– it’s more expensive down here in San Diego anyway).
Music through the month of November.
I bought some new sandals to walk around my new school. Our campus stretches about 3.4 miles across, and my closest class is a ten-minute walk from my dorm.
People have been telling me to get this kind of sandal for months now, and I finally caved because I knew that my current ones wouldn’t cut it for the treks I face every day. They arrived in my mailbox, and no more than five minutes later they had made themselves at home on my feet. I was determined that these would be my favorite sandals. Continue reading
I will miss this, I really will.
Sitting outside on my deck writing, laptop warm against my thighs and notebook pressing into the crook of my elbow. My dog sits near me, chewing on a leaf or something (as he does) as a gentle breeze, barely able to even be called a breeze, touches my shoulder and the tips of the trees’ leaves. I can hear the crickets starting to chirp through my headphones– there’s was a heat stroke in the Bay Area this weekend and the last of it seems to be ebbing away now. The fog is finally starting to roll back in over the mountains to cool down the air, saving my breath.
Some quickly-edited footage from the most recent trip to San Diego.
Finished with college apps. Feels good.
It’s been a wild seven months full of self-reflection, overthinking, and (admittedly) a touch of despair. Though my writing has been consistent in my journals, I found myself easing up a bit on the blog posts because all of my energy had somehow funneled itself into polishing up those essays. Honestly, the entire process was pretty interesting; sure, I was fairly stressed at some points, but I think it forced me to look at myself in a different light that I think ultimately helped me become more confident in myself. Part of me also thinks that if I were to re-apply to places now, the essays I would write would be very different just because the whole process changed me as a person in many ways– but I’m really glad that I wrote those particular essays to change me in the first place, if that makes any sense. Continue reading
I woke up to a chill that I’ve missed dearly, one that refreshes my eyes and makes me want to stay huddled in blankets while I’m wide awake at seven in the morning. The previous night, I had partially opened the windows in my bedroom to let in air to mix with the festering heat, and it let me experience the crisp gray skies firsthand after the night passed. Continue reading