This summer has been full of great things (floating down a swollen river in too-close quarters with familiar strangers, acting too familiarly with strangers in Greece, a mature choice that gives me the freedom to act like a toddler, a whole swath of new ingredients and recipes, finally using my body again, and plenty more)

--but I still feel like it's passed without much accomplished, which scares me. The constant alternation of summer and school makes it hard to work on anything continually for more than a few months, so I'm always leaving things behind and feeling guilty about them.

That said, I don't think the new knowledge and interests I've been pursuing will be shaken so easily. On a good day, I can see myself incorporating everything I love into the structure of my future.

old house

new house