Well, I want to say what this says, but in more of a collective sense. This summer has been weird and great and challenging in ways that I wouldn’t have expected but I wouldn’t change it even if I had such an option (how many times in my life have I wished I could change something and would I ever really have wanted to and would anything really be different a second time around?) Is it weird that the best night of my summer seemed to involve one in which we didn’t truly go out, flashing lights, a cramped car with feet in my face and fighting? Because in the end it was a rare moment where we were all together (ALL) with no end plan, no agenda, no outsiders. And maybe that makes me too nostalgic or whatever but I come back for you all and not the parties or social life or the tennis courts and that night made me realize how far we’ve come from the awkward 15 year olds who no one ever expected to end up here.

Well, I want to say what this says, but in more of a collective sense. This summer has been weird and great and challenging in ways that I wouldn’t have expected but I wouldn’t change it even if I had such an option (how many times in my life have I wished I could change something and would I ever really have wanted to and would anything really be different a second time around?)┬áIs it weird that the best night of my summer seemed to involve one in which we didn’t truly go out, flashing lights, a cramped car with feet in my face and fighting? Because in the end it was a rare moment where we were all together (ALL) with no end plan, no agenda, no outsiders. And maybe that makes me too nostalgic or whatever but I come back for you all and not the parties or social life or the tennis courts and that night made me realize how far we’ve come from the awkward 15 year olds who no one ever expected to end up here.