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.
Er, well it’s not morning anymore. But pretend it is. And pretend that you’re just waking up, stretching your legs and getting out of bed when it hits you: the smell of sweet, gooey blueberry muffins wafting from the oven. Your stomach growls. You come downstairs, still bleary-eyed and sleepy to find a hot cup of coffee and a still-warm muffin with a melty pat of butter on top waiting for you to devour.
This would never happen in real life. Just pretend.
It’s okay though, because this didn’t happen in my life either. Because, come on, if you think that I’m waking up early enough to bake you muffins, you’re crazy. Out of your mind. Completely bonkers.