My favorite part about summer is the simplicity of the season. Long, sunny days. Lazy evenings. Hot afternoons reading on the beach. There isn’t too much to do or work for.
Hello internet! It’s been a really long time.
The last time I posted on this blog I was a senior in high school, terrified of graduating and becoming a real person. Now I’m about to enter my junior year of college (what???) and turning 20 tomorrow (double what???). Clearly a lot has changed.
But in a lot of ways, things are still the same. I am still a book nerd (officially, too–I’m an English major). I still write. I still love elephants and cookie dough ice cream and the number 13.
And, of course, I still bake.
This has been the longest winter in the history of forever.
I’m pretty sure the ice age was warmer than this, and it definitely wasn’t as drawn out.
Seriously. This is not an over exaggeration. It’s cold out. It’s March. It’s time to move along, winter. It’s spring’s turn.
The scary thing is: spring means the school year coming to an end which means graduation which means going to college which means I’m currently freaking out on the inside. It’s a good freak out, I think, but maybe it’s also a little bad. It’s melancholy. Nostalgic. Slightly regretful. Utterly, overwhelmingly anxious.
This is a post about coping.