This is a change.
If I were back in San Clemente, I'd be getting dressed. It's the annual pumpkin carving party and my gals are now at home dressing up as sexy ghost, sexy Punky Brewster, sexy student (Just kidding - my friends aren't like that - and if they were, I'd probably deny
it). As they get outfitted for a night of costumes and laughs, I realize just how different life is.It's been a cold few days here in Jersey with lots of rain. Thank God my rain jacket arrived yesterday. Yes, the OC girl moved to Jersey without an umbrella or a rain jacket - and I still don't know what I'll be putting on my feet from December to February - do you think they make Rainbows with tread? [Point of reference, Rainbow's are sandals - I'm not trying to be poetic or cute by talking about walking on rainbows]
But I just feel these deep sense of appreciation for an experience that not many get to have. So few of my new friends here (who are great by the way) know what it's like to live the young adult life. Most are on college round 2. And here I am with a wealth of memories, experiences and friendships, now getting to study all the time and learn what I feel will be so invaluable to my future. Yes, it's an exciting time.
On Friday, I play pick-up Frisbee. And yesterday, we played in the pouring rain. It was something out of an American Eagle commercial (although we were a bit of a motley crew). We laughed and slid and ended up completely covered in mud.
And now, it's back to the paper. With fervent prayer, I hope that something brilliant comes out. Ok, let's just hope for passing. I don't want to be too ambitious.
5 comments:
I usually love the wind. However, when it is causing the massively destructive fire to spread throughout the greater part of Southern CA, or my friend to live across the country I feel betrayed by the wind.
You were so missed last night. And, thanks for making us not sound like whores, even though each one of us secretly did want our costumes to be a little sexy.
I'm pretty sure I was more scary than sexy, but you'll have to be the judge of that when you see the pictures. My mother, however, was indeed sexy. And that was scary.
We missed you. Every few minutes someone would say "Where's Sarah?!" And we'd all frown and pour our drinks out onto the ground.
It's great that you're studying and doing something "new" and all... but I'm sort of tired of it. Come home now, we've had our fun, you got a taste of Princeton. Enough is enough, when are you going to show up at the front door and say "Just kidding!"
I feel like busting out with the Brady Bunch's "When it's time to change you've got to rearrange...", then Peter's voice would crack as he was in his "awkward phase". Ahh my friend, change is like thong underwear - uncomfortable at first, but in the "end" you're happy with the outcome. (I made that up.) Miss you. And don't believe what Melissa said, any drinks she "poured out" on your behalf ended up down her throat. :)
Good words.
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