On August 25th, 2010, I became a free woman. That was the day I moved away from home to experience life on my own. And boy did I experience life. I had so much fun and I couldn't believe that anyone would intentionally opt out and decide to stay home from college, for any reason.
But then I moved back. School was out, it was summer, all my other plans had fallen through, and everyone else was doing it--so I just kind of went with the flow. But I decided that I was justified in doing so, because there were things that needed to get done and things that I wanted to get done, to get done. So, I packed up my borrowed SUV with all of my belongings and took my life back to my little old house in my (not so) little old town.
And at first I was miserable; because people, life at home with the fam is just soooo boring compared with life abroad (yes, I considered myself abroad, okay?) with the roomies.
But I cheered myself up by saying to myself, "self, look on the bright side! You are going to get to completely revamp your room!"
And I did.
Isn't it so cute? I LOVE it.
And I said to myself, "self, you are going to get to babysit these adorable kids all summer long!"
And I did.
Aren't they so cute? I LOVE them.
And I said to myself, "self, you're going to go to California for two weeks for a wedding and various other adventures!"
And I did.
Aren't we so cute? I LOVE us.
I said I would paint pictures, and write to page 100 on my story, and get out the old bow and arrow and brush up on my archery, and learn new songs on the guitar, and read dozens of books, and see Harry Potter, and go to Costco, and lay out on my deck and get tan, and learn how to drive a stick shift, and take my sister running, and snuggle up and watch movies by myself in my awesome new room, and enjoy the sunsets from the view on my deck every evening...
And I did. I did, I did, I did, I did.
And I learned that sometimes, a summer back home is exactly what you need.
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