Well, this is more than a little awkward. Anyone out there still remember who the heck I am even?
Where have I been? I think the better question is, where haven't I been in the two weeks I went MIA?
Right at this very moment in time, I'm in hell. KIDDING. Please, I'm kidding. I'm actually decompressing after a very long and hard day of eating crepes and listening to street music along the river Seine, basking in the gentle sunlight and bonjour! bon soir! merci! that's all the French I know! –ing it up to the best of my ability. Aaaaand... now you kind of want me in hell, don't you?
Before this, I was re-visiting my favorite haunts in London and Oxford and finding out for the first time that good weather actually does make its way into the UK every now and then when it's not February. Why in the world did I choose the dreariest of months to study abroad there?
how much can we fit in one tiny car?
Before THAT, the roommate and I survived a seven hour drive down to LA from SF. This was about two weeks after a ten hour drive both to and from LA, a drive straight outta the lower rungs of whatever's more torturous than hell. AND, get this. Cassandra, who is the sole driver out of the two of us, was faint, coughing out every internal organ, and feverish with bronchitis during the entirety of this last drive. (Sidenote: she was also bedridden during all of London, poor soul. Her first time in Europe, too.)
thank you for everything.
That directly followed the heels of packing for 48 hours straight, um a little thing called GRADUATION (although at Stanford, it's casual as heck and everyone shows up in costume... I have more to say on that too!), spending time with my family, dragging out the last of college, having honestly the best two weeks of school in my ~18 years of education in the sense that we hopped in a lot of fountains and indulged a ton. Booking accommodations and transportation for Europe also became a huge headache in those weeks as well. There were panic attacks about the future. There was acceptance, as well. I took finals and finished projects, said "see ya later" to friends, and tearfully bid farewell to a place that has become beloved to me.
working on our graduation costume hours before graduation. can you guess what we were?
Needless to say, that was probably all very incredibly boring to you, but a nice table of contents for me to have as some semblance of order in a crazy, crazy time.
All this was to say that I'm back to regularly scheduled programming. Follow my Instagram and get spammed with all the things I was willing to forgo naptime for in Europe. Come back later this week for hopefully more interesting details on any of the aforementioned things I rambled on too long about.