I spent a few weeks in Virginia Beach where I'll be student teaching in the second grade this fall. Whenever I am home, I fall in love. I see myself in an apartment by the beach or in Ghent, close to my family, my brother and sister in law. I don't know, I don't know where I'll end up... but I know I'll have a puppy.
Currently I'm in Harrisonburg, taking summer classes and watching more MadMen than any person should. It's lovely albeit bittersweet. I am so keenly aware of the finite nature of this summer. August first, I leave Harrisonburg for the last time. Man I'm gonna miss those $17 grocery bills, farmers markets, $1 mimosas at the Nile... and that's just Harrisonburg. I've already grown to miss so much of JMU.
--Alright. That's enough of this love letter to this city.
I went to four weddings in four weeks:
Each wedding was beautiful in its own way, and each intensely personal and valuable to me. Weddings are such a interesting form of personal expression, and I loved that I could feel each couple and their personalities in each of their respective big days.
It's also so crazy to think that 3 of these four couples are my age. I'll let that factoid linger, I'm not yer prepared for any sort of commentary on it.
A summer reads update: I've just finished Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children, and I'm contemplating a restart of Game of Thrones. What are you guys reading?
