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This weekend I'm going on a retreat w/ my women's honor society to Pt. Montara. Yep, just a few miles south of the old home town. I can't wait to reunite with the Pacific Ocean, and I will silently rejoice in hearing all the SoCal girls squeal about the weather. We're gonna stop in Half Moon Bay for a bit before we loop back to Montara, and I am so hitting up one of the best sandwich spots I've ever been to, San Benito. (Remember that joint, Anna?)
We have to bring some sort of special item to share with the group, and I'm going to bring the lap blanket my mama made for me when I left for college. Those girls better not try to snuggle up with it, I still have the possessiveness issues of a 7-year-old. I'm not really sure what I'm going to say about it, though. Last year most of the girls had some pretty heavy stories to go along with their objects, including everything from falling in love to loss of loved ones to eating disorders.
The first things that come to mind to say about my quilt are those of a 7-year-old, too: "My mama made it just for me. It shows that my mom loves me. It's mine, don't touch!" I could delve into the deeper meanings, but I'm not always a fan of talking about my mom's depression and our relationship. It's always startling to hear myself talking about it out loud, because I don't really actively think about how her depression has affected me in the long-term. Well, at least a blanket's the perfect item to bring, it's going to be cold as shit.
We have to bring some sort of special item to share with the group, and I'm going to bring the lap blanket my mama made for me when I left for college. Those girls better not try to snuggle up with it, I still have the possessiveness issues of a 7-year-old. I'm not really sure what I'm going to say about it, though. Last year most of the girls had some pretty heavy stories to go along with their objects, including everything from falling in love to loss of loved ones to eating disorders.
The first things that come to mind to say about my quilt are those of a 7-year-old, too: "My mama made it just for me. It shows that my mom loves me. It's mine, don't touch!" I could delve into the deeper meanings, but I'm not always a fan of talking about my mom's depression and our relationship. It's always startling to hear myself talking about it out loud, because I don't really actively think about how her depression has affected me in the long-term. Well, at least a blanket's the perfect item to bring, it's going to be cold as shit.