My mom comes home with ears of corn and plastic bags of fresh fruit in her pocketbook.
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.