some pages turned, some bridges burned, but there were lessons learned...
first week of summer; not much to say. went back to work yesterday, so now i have to get used to actually waking up and doing things again, instead of sleeping until noon everyday. i might have a second job at poricy park. i'm still not done with Eat, Pray, Love, but almost. that book makes me want to travel the world and learn every language imaginable and go on pilgrimages to sacred places.
a few of my friends from home are travelling abroad this summer. i feel selfish because i want them to stay here while we waste time in red bank and at the beach, talking about high school and the upcoming election. on the other hand, i am SO happy that they are getting the opportunity to have these intercontinental experiences. maybe i was too lazy to even seriously research study abroad. but i feel like i'm just meant to stay put. i'm just as content travelling to a new park or beach that maybe i've never explored before, as i would be going to europe. heck, i'm perfectly content spending a week in the appalachian foothills without facebook or cell phone use.
i'm a little overanxious because i don't remember ever having this much free time since before i worked at target. or because i still think i have a curfew when really, i don't. oh, and my allergies are bad and i get headaches almost daily,
i also had a slight nervous breakdown because my grandma was taken to the hospital on saturday with chest pains and what not. ever since pop-pop, i just prepare myself for the worst. she's doing much better though now, thank God, and should be out on tuesday.
i just want to look back on this summer and not regret a single thing. money i spend on gas and food and wine and beach badges. drunken nights and text messages. driving around with no where to go. dinner parties. beach volleyball. spending my free time how i want.