that wild, sweet liberty which once made American girlhood a long rapture
L.A. was alternately frustrating and magical; I remembered why I hate that city and why I love everybody I know who lives there. What matters in the end is that I saw new places, reunited with old friends, got some sunshine and good food, and bought too many books. I can feel myself entering that transitory stage now that college is ending, and all I want to do is clutch on to everyone I know to make sure I can carry them with me wherever I go.