This summer has been a summer of new: a new address, new roommates, new job, new brand of toothpaste.
It’s been the first summer in 17 years that I haven’t had to go school supply shopping.
It’s been the first time in 4 years that I’ve lived with my best friend, who also happens to be my sister. (She now lives a few streets down from me in a freshman dorm with her crisp comforter and blank notebooks. It’s been a summer of “news” and “firsts” for her too.)
It’s been a summer of saying goodbye to some wonderful, unique, and utterly irreplaceable friends as they move far, far away to places with as much as 13 hours’ time difference.
It’s been a summer of several weddings and a funeral, too.
Hello, adulthood. Here so soon?
(But not really.
Because my pitiful, thrift-store bed frame collapsed this morning after bravely trying to withstand a little too much jumping yesterday afternoon.
Because I went to the bookstore in search of The Confessions of Augustine and The Iliad and returned with an armful of picture books about princesses and baby kangaroos and a boy with bananas in his ears.
Because I had apple pie for dinner instead of vegetables and stayed up watching Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium instead of turning in at a decent hour.
Because my room is an absolute mess and I don’t feel like cleaning it.
Because I couldn’t resist a trip to my favorite playground tonight even though I was in dressy clothes.
Because I’m resigned to being a 22 year old on the outside but a 7 year old at heart.
Because it’s just more fun.)