Wow. I cannot believe that this is my last year of college (at least for now).
…a mess that you can’t escape.
A majority of my summer has involved cleaning. I’ve been sorting through my room and some boxes in the basement because I’ll be a senior in college this year–who knows where I will end up living after school? And I sure know that I won’t want to move all of my boxes out of my parents’ basement.
Now that it is almost August, I will soon be sorting through what I need to bring to college this year (I keep telling myself that I will take less stuff this year, but who am I kidding).
Not only did I have to organize my physical items, but I also had to organize files on my computer. My laptop had been “acting up” for a few months, so I decided that it was, sadly, time to get a new one. That led me to sorting through all of my computer files and transfering the important ones to my new laptop and saving everything else on external drives.
That got me thinking.
I was one of those teenagers who, upon high school graduation, wanted to “get out of this small town.” I wanted to live in a big city where I could walk to work and always have something fun to do or new to try.
I enjoyed just walking around the main strip of each city to which my family would go on a day trip. When I went to London, I loved walking all over and finding hidden gems in the city.
Why can’t I feel that way in my hometown?
Maybe it’s because I wasn’t giving thanks for it.
“Golf is the only sport where you get worse the more you practice.” – Unknown
Happy Memorial Day!
One of my favorite things to do is explore different cities. This weekend, I explored the Short North Arts District in Columbus, Ohio.
One of my summer goals is to learn a new recipe every week and make dinner for my family. My first meal was a little spontaneous–my mom said that we had a ton of pasta that we could use up, so I had the idea to make pesto.
My third year of college is over. It’s weird. This will be my last real “summer” before I work a full-time job. I only have one more year of what people say are the “best four years of your life.”