Today in our semi-regular post-midnight google maps perusal, we were looking at the route that a road trip would take us on from Illinois to Texas. We're seriously considering making the trek as part of an end of summer visit to the one who lives in Dallas. As summer draws closer, I've been thinking about what I want to do with my summer. I'd like to work, definitely. I'd really like to actually make some money. And I've been applying for job after job, hoping that at some point, I'll finally get a call or an email telling me that I can have a job. That I can be gainfully employed.
But I don't just want to work this summer. I want to see new things and go new places, even if they're close to home. I want to go to the Newseum. I feel like it's my duty, as a journalist. I want to go to new stores and new restaurants. I want to go to Dumbarton Oaks and see the gardens. I want to have a picnic with my friends. I definitely want a tea party.
I want to be happy. And I think I will be. Sure, I'll probably miss the people who I've shared my freshman year with. But I'll see them in September, if not sooner. But I don't think I'll miss them as much as I miss my family right now.
My heart ached on Sunday, calling my mother, wishing I could be there. In that call, I missed her the most I have all year. It was the combination - mother's day and the fact that it's nearing the end of the year and all my friends from home are either there or taking their finals. I'm not there yet. I still have a month. And I know that when that month is up I'll be sad to go. But I also know that when I see my family I'll be happier than I have been for a long time.
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