Sarah Say Word
So, my mom went to the store and called and asked if I wanted anything. I was like, “Yeah, get me some facewash please.” And she was like, “What kind?” And I was like, “The kind for your face.” And then she was like, “BRAND.” And I was like, “Seriously, I don’t care. Get me fucking Hannah Montana for all I care.” Cause I’m a smartass like that. And her, also being a smartass, brings this shit home to me. My fucking mother. No one angers me more.
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Little Things
I appreciate the man who helped me put my carry-on into the overhead on the plane.
Of course, I told him thank you like, ten times.
The last time I flew, no one helped me, so this guy is awesome.
No Delay
I’m about to get on a plane, making my return to the Sunshine State. Bittersweet is the only way to describe leaving New York. My last couple of days here were lovely, and overall, I felt like it was a summer well spent. There’s really no where else I would have rather been for the last two months, which was filled with so much adventure, I can’t even remember half of the things I did.
The next week and a half is going to fly. There’s so much to do before I get back to Tallahassee!! More crazy, fun times ahead.
It’s really Saturday?
Already!? Time is flying! My week in oceanside will come to an end tomorrow, but there is still much to do. Met/phillies game in an hour, and then we’re going to the Nautical Mile. Tomorrow we’re spending the day in the city, and then I’m back in Hewlett for my last week in New York. It’s definitely bittersweet to be leaving, but I’m ready for all that awaits me.
