The end of summer is hard. I’ve traveled and had plenty of fun, but the lull before school has me thinking, “What’s my purpose in life?” This happens every once in awhile/every year. Coupled with not being able to communicate with a special person, I’m a bit of an emotional mess.
It’s okay not to be okay. I still get up and do quite a few things everything, but what you don’t know is… in between, I struggle and somethings I lay down for an hour before I can muster up the energy to do anything.
I am so thankful for my friends, who spend time with me and care enough to talk to me/talk me down.
A little dose of the fair, a big dose of laughs with one of my best friends.
Did you know? I worked at the fair in high school (selling cream puffs and freshly made potato chips) and then for 3 years in the culinary department (where they judge cookies, cakes, and even table settings!). It holds a special place in my heart because of the great people I met.
Running into friends.
I may never have been to Duck, North Carolina, but anything North Carolina obviously makes me nostalgic. When I got to the event, I heard my name being called by two friends. That gave a boost to my confidence. We hung around talking for almost two hours.
Exploring Laguna Beach.
I finally met up with one of my girlfriends who I don’t see enough. We had lunch (Moulin) then walked around in the heat to some rooftop bars: Rooftop Bar and Mozambique.
This is our “…and so it begins.”
The work wife and I spent the afternoon with our favorite beertenders, who we’ve known for as long as we’ve worked at our school. I did do some work at school yesterday.
A specific memory from August 3, 2017.
1 year ago according to Facebook, I met up with Liz in Denver to celebrate her 30th birthday. This was the last clear photo we took, right before we met up with some people, one in particular whose name and face I forgot but remember thinking, “If only I wasn’t so drunk, I’d do something about it.”
Something to pass the time.
Kim’s Convenience is hilarious and has kept me laughing in the “quiet” times.