Every summer, June feels luxurious. I have all the time in the world to do all kinds of amazing projects, read dozens of books, learn new pieces on the piano.
Then July 4th hits and panic ensues, and I start thinking like this.
Even still, here’s what the past two weeks looked like:
I finished my last class! You know, until the next time I decide to take classes. But the last class for this summer.
I saw “Inside Out.”
I’ve been binging on seasons of “Psych.”
I went to a block party (not usually my scene) at a friend’s house. Lots of food and fireworks.
I culled through all of my books, continuing my tidying adventure.
I have basically just been relaxing and not doing a whole lot. Sunday I leave for Ohio for a week, and when I come back, I’ll be in my classroom, getting ready for next school year.
Which starts in exactly 31 days.
