I love summer.
Sunshine, freedom, water, no school...what could be wrong with that?
Nothing. Until it ends.
And suddenly you've got school, a job, a sorority, and a social life to juggle--all while trying to sleep and eat and shower in a regular fashion. It's rough.
Especially when you had a summer as wonderful as mine.
I jumped off bridges [and cliffs and rocks and rope swings] and climbed mountains and trees.
I ate too many french fries and drank too much caffeine--and didn't regret it for a second.
I swam at pools that weren't ours and took way too many selfies.
I spent an absurd amount of time with the people I care most about.
I finished my fifth Ragnar: sick, sunburned, and sore--but finished nonetheless.
I got this cute boy to make lots of long drives from Denver and Phoenix to Logan for me because we all know summer sales are stupid.
I spent a week in Oregon with my family and played too long in an ice cold ocean, drank too many milkshakes, bought too many books, and spent the best birthday on the beach.
I realized [for the millionth time] just how lucky I am to be where I am, with the people I'm surrounded by, doing what I'm doing. This summer was perfect--and here's to a school year just like it.
