summer was:
living in an apartment for the first time, learning to consistently cook for myself
breaking up with the guy i had dated since 8 weeks into college
sunny and lonely in west los angeles
writing in my journal, complaining to myself on those nights that I felt like I wasn’t where I wanted to be
picking up my phone and pulling up your contact, but never sending a message- because it was hard but I knew I needed to push through the challenge to gain clarity
summer was:
working hard and consistently, committing to humbleness to the point where I became truly surprised and truly grateful for all the good things that came my way.
summer was nights, mornings, and afternoons spent on the roof, sitting in the lounge chair and letting the exhaustion flow out of my body, into the sky, allowing myself to be relieved from all the worries.
summer was telling myself “you can and you will”
taking those final classes to get into my major, classes pushed from an already fast 10 week quarter schedule into a six week summer session schedule
summer was finding the fire of my independent spirit
summer was running 5k to rodeo drive, beverly hills at night and then walking through and window shopping the brightly lit displays
a girl wearing running shorts and sneakers, happily juxtaposed against the glamour
summer happiness derived from spontaneous trips to trader joes
and when my friend lisa finally joined me for the second summer session, the walk became our routine, inside joke
days tanning by the pool, nights of getting ready together
the first summer in a while that I hadn’t traveled to asia, wanderlust wanderings
but ended up as a beautiful summer in it’s own quaint way
