Hello to the next two weeks!
Moving to Los Angeles with my sweetmates, impromptu summer adventures & arts&crafts with my man,  starting work, a butterflies-in-stomach-inducing weekend in the City of Lights and Sin.

(via living-in-gmajor)

Happy days, thank you for having been here always but especially so the last three months.  While March and April were months of blurred weekender fun at music festivals, catching up with old friends, and making new frat ones, May was a culmination of every aspect in my life: from banging out finals and playing on party trolleys and dancing the night away in SF’s grandest night club, to discovering the surprising tangible results of this past semester and nailing internships within a week, to spending my weekends thrift shopping and breakfasting on Melrose and Santa Monica pier in LA with my left side, my sweetmates, and my man and his friends to camping with them in SF, May has been walking on a dream.  After seeing the loose strings begin to untangle to form some sort of meaningful constellation amongst once haphazardly placed points, the questions stopped being about trying to get anything but trying to choose between some things.  Deciding between internships was a wake-up call about how far I’ve come after a year, a year and a half.  From drowning in an intoxicated wrap sheet of nightly adventures and firsts to limiting myself to a hermited seclusion of classes, this past semester signifies the potential balance I’ve been striving for since day 1 of recognizing and reconciling between pre-and-post college identity.  The to-do post-it I’ve kept on my dock since a year ago is now crossed out and I am anticipatory but excited to create a new one to achieve in another year.  I have lived by one of my favorite sayings, something my mama has told me since I can remember: work hard, play hard.

This past weekend camping after a week of commuting for interviews and receiving academic and career news was my first little pat-on-the-back.  And there are two more weekends to come!  Moving into my apartment later this week means a couple breathers before work starts - making the most of my summer downtime and seizing the day, the weekends, reminds me of the lingering flight of youth, something that we recognize but do nothing about.  As time “flies”, it was always better then than it is now, the past is a picture-perfect memory and the future an imaginary daydream- but if we live in refreshing wonder and lighthearted excitement, making our own luck and opportunities and making bucket lists from the biggest life ambitions to good eateries in our cities, we are doing much more than merely existing, fulfilling a timeline.  We are living and breathing.

OH AND GETTING PACKAGES AND HANDWRITTEN LETTERS IS THE BEST FEELING!

(via palides)

You have four years to be irresponsible here. Relax. Work is for people with jobs. You’ll never remember class time, but you’ll remember time you wasted hanging out with your friends. So, stay out late. Go out on a Tuesday with your friends when you have a paper due Wednesday. Spend money you don’t have. Drink ‘til sunrise. The work never ends, but college does.