We're in the very final stretch of summer. The last hours of freedom. At 8:45 tomorrow morning, I'll make the first walk across campus to the first class of fall. I am sad but excited, and ready, but still trying to hang on to the ending moments of summer. Because fall is beautiful, and September is my favorite month, and football comes back in nine days, but I had just gotten used to the lazy rhythms of having no schoolwork, you know?
So I took a little summer vacation from the blog, mostly because while I was in the middle of it, my summer didn't feel all that special or fancy. I did class, bought groceries, and lived alone for half the time. It was good and necessary, but quiet, ordinary, normal. Looking back, though, I did a lot of fun things.
We spent Memorial Day at the lake house (which just received a well-deserved makeover— the poor thing had looked practically the same since it was built 60 years ago.) and swam, did pizza on the dock, and all the good stuff. I don't have pictures from this, because we all looked messy and unfancy- just the way it should be.
We took a super quick trip to Nashville to see the Lion King Broadway Tour (and yes, we accidentally wore coordinating outfits).
And then, after a rainy 4th of July, Dad and I hopped on a plane for Chicago, for our 2nd Annual Ballpark Chasing Weekend Adventure (I just made up that fancy title). We had just enough time to take a boat tour of the city at sunset, watch batting practice at Wrigley, see the Stanley Cup, watch the Cubs beat the Pirates, make a quick stop in Trader Joe's, and eat really good (but really really hot), authentic Chicago pizza. It was super great, and Chicago is quite a lovely place.
As July ended, I wrapped up my summer classes and FINALLY got to spend a little while at home, a nine day summer vacation. But really, it was quality over quantity. We shopped, slept, ate a lot of Pasquale's buffet, and got to spend a day in Tuscaloosa with my favorite nugget of a cousin, Rhett.
And then, just like that, it was time to go back to Auburn for rush. That's coming in another post soon, because I have lots of thoughts on it- some good, some not so good. For now, though, I'm just going to enjoy my last night of summer the best way I know: baseball and diet coke.
So I took a little summer vacation from the blog, mostly because while I was in the middle of it, my summer didn't feel all that special or fancy. I did class, bought groceries, and lived alone for half the time. It was good and necessary, but quiet, ordinary, normal. Looking back, though, I did a lot of fun things.
We spent Memorial Day at the lake house (which just received a well-deserved makeover— the poor thing had looked practically the same since it was built 60 years ago.) and swam, did pizza on the dock, and all the good stuff. I don't have pictures from this, because we all looked messy and unfancy- just the way it should be.
Caroline turned 17! As expected, there were lots of cupcakes and Kate Middleton presents.
And then, after a rainy 4th of July, Dad and I hopped on a plane for Chicago, for our 2nd Annual Ballpark Chasing Weekend Adventure (I just made up that fancy title). We had just enough time to take a boat tour of the city at sunset, watch batting practice at Wrigley, see the Stanley Cup, watch the Cubs beat the Pirates, make a quick stop in Trader Joe's, and eat really good (but really really hot), authentic Chicago pizza. It was super great, and Chicago is quite a lovely place.
As July ended, I wrapped up my summer classes and FINALLY got to spend a little while at home, a nine day summer vacation. But really, it was quality over quantity. We shopped, slept, ate a lot of Pasquale's buffet, and got to spend a day in Tuscaloosa with my favorite nugget of a cousin, Rhett.
And then, just like that, it was time to go back to Auburn for rush. That's coming in another post soon, because I have lots of thoughts on it- some good, some not so good. For now, though, I'm just going to enjoy my last night of summer the best way I know: baseball and diet coke.