I had a little over a month to live out my summer life but its swiftly coming to an end.
I know, I know, I know. We are in mid winter, so why the hell am I writing about summer? Well I’m a bit nostalgic for summer, as the winter has been a bit unforgiving.
The following entries are unedited pieces of writing straight from my journal over the past year. Goodbye 2016.
It’s the holiday season so that means it’s time to go “home”. I can’t help but call this home, this little room with pushed together twin beds and a ceiling that plaster frequent falls from. This is the home to who I am now, and its sad to leave even if its only for a…
I went to sleep with an open window listening to my neighbors sing at the top of their lungs at 1am, I woke up at around 6 to the same sound except a little less excited sounding. The frigid breeze awoke me, I was forced to get up shut the window and put some pants…
I started my trip at 4pm when I left class early to catch the 4:30 train even though Grand Central is only a five minute walk from my class, I just took the extra time just to be safe. The air was nice, the perfect temperature that supports my decision to wear my shaggy coat…
The air was cold and the sky was grey. I’d been sitting in a Paris hotel room for hours listening to music and laying in the silk slip I told myself was appropriate to wear for things other than sleeping since the age of five.
The past two weeks have been filled with a bunch of running around and at this point I’m exhausted. I’m more then thrilled to say I’ll be ending this week while at the cape, those navy blue chilling waves and the rigged cement under my bare feet sounds like paradise for my tired body.