It’s been more than two months since school ended. I’ve been to two writing programs: a journalism workshop at Columbia and a creative writing camp at Kenyon College in Ohio. I’ve biked a total of 430.2 miles. I’ve written 16 songs and recorded 3.
My mom, brother, and I spent two weeks car camping on Cape Cod, as per family tradition. Nickerson State Park is one of my favorite places. My brother and I biked there; we were even less prepared than last year. It was a 120+ mile, 12-hour journey, and we were in agony by the time we arrived—and I can’t wait to do it again. Once we met our mom at the campsite, I was so glad I’d pushed through. Somehow all the things I do during lazy days at home are more fun at Nickerson—reading and playing guitar, for the most part. I snuggled with my doggos in my hammock overlooking Flax Pond, and there was no place I’d rather be.
Since we got home, I’ve been working at Staples and writing college essays. I got my schedule the other day, and I can’t wait for school to start.