Listening to Low Rider by War… I belong in the seventies.
In my sister’s retail class, their first assignment is to create a tumblr.
I want to go to there.
Been awhile. Not sure how good I’ll be about posting once school starts. Anyways, I’ll do my best but that is very beside the point. The title of this post is change, after all.
The average person may say that they like change, because without it, we would always be at a standstill, wouldn’t we? I suppose I don’t mind change with the exception of this dreadful summer, the summer before my only sister goes to college.
I was bracing myself for the goodbye ever since our first day of high school together last year. But nothing prepares you, dear reader, for saying goodbye to someone you see everyday, talk to everyday, love everyday. This past weekend we drove her down to South Carolina (go gamecocks!) and now I am back at home, with my parents and little corgi Abby. It’s an incredibly lonely feeling, especially because rather than accepting she is miles away, I pretend she’s at a friends house or sleeping in.
Guess it’ll take some getting used to. I cannot wait for school to start up again so I can busy myself with pointless schoolwork and rebuilding friendships I have let fade over these past months.
I like to think of this summer as the summer of change and it has been my least favorite to date.