|Abby, Steph, Hannah, and my sun burnt, messy hair self|
Baby I’m back!! It’s been so long since I’ve been on le blog, but there is something about summer that always gets me back in the spirit of writing and sharing little snapshots of my life. (Maybe because I also have time to do things worth documenting!) Even when I came with a long list of things I wanted to write about earlier during the spring semester, I kept having to weigh blogging against grad school papers and projects…and I guess grad school papers and projects took the “W”. #adultdecisions
Now that I do have a little more time, I have all of these ideas of things I want to write about floating through my head. Let’s start with this past weekend, shall we?
Can I just say how much I love summer? Because I do! Even though I am now about 130 hrs deep into the first rotation of my internship (I’ll be blogging about that soon!), I still feel a sense of relief when I am able to come back to my apartment at the end of the day and relax without a pile of homework waiting for me. The weekends are even better, because I don’t have those same heaps of homework to catch up on that I put off during the rest of the school week—I can actually enjoy myself. This past weekend was full of activities. I met up with the other dietetic interns at a local pub called Maggie Miley’s in our adorable uptown area on Friday night. Now that we are all dispersed in our rotations, it has been more difficult to stay caught up on each other’s lives. This was the perfect opportunity to play catch up. Although, I must admit, since my body has been so conditioned to going to bed at 10pm on work nights, I was about ready to fall asleed by 11...can you say party animal?!
The social activities continued into Saturday when a few of us took advantage of the beautiful sunny weather and spent the afternoon at my friend, Stephanie’s pool. Why did Abby and I not get an apartment with a pool?! Basking in the rays of sun and talking for hours with your girls…can life get any better?
Apparently it can, because later that evening we loaded up my car with goodies and blankets and made our way to a local vineyard. The four of us sat there for hours beneath the stars with the live band playing in the background of our conversation. When my roommate, Abby and I reflected on the evening the next day, she said “last night is what life is all about.”
She took the words right out of my mouth. After a long semester of meeting deadlines and trying to prove myself in a new environment, it all became clear that night what is truly important in life. Those simple moments in community with others are what this crazy life is all about.