Updates, downdates... all-around dates.

Apparently my roommates have had a semester-long running joke about the potentiality of me being a spy because they never know where I am or what I'm doing.  And that doesn't surprise me, because I rarely know where I am these days either.

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?