Archives for September 2012

road trip!

Friends! I’m back again! I’m back at school and settling in nicely, and I think it’s safe to say I’m finally ready to get back into the blogging groove. Sad but true, I blogged 3 times in August.

THREE!!

The truth of the matter is that I was whole heartedly loving on summer, and between traveling and collecting freckles, I just couldn’t juggle it all. When I thought about writing a blog post I became completely overwhelmed by the amount of pictures I’d taken/wanted to edit/wanted to share, so instead of stressing out, I just bailed on blogging.

How does one tackle over two thousand pictures without giving a thought to calling it quits?

Girl went a little crazy on the photo front.

But I love this strange and awesome world of blogs, so this past weekend, between bike rides through Boston and back to school shopping, I racked my blogger brain and came up with an idea: I’m going to take you on a road trip. We’ll visit all the places I went this past August {see above!} and by the end we’ll be filled with summer dreams and memories of sandy beaches to last us the whole year through.

And I promise to do it in under 150 photos. Maybe less. IF you’re lucky.

I’m excited. It’s good to be back.

instagram summer.

SIGH. what. a. month.

What a summer.

I was here and there and everywhere and and reading my books in between.

There’s this thing about summer that makes me so at peace. I’m not sure if it’s the long days, or the heat of the sunshine, but something about it gives me this carefree feeling that I just can’t quit. And who would want to, honestly? Not me. Not ever.

I think the winning fact about the goodness of summer is that every day is a weekend day from mid June to the end of August. Two and a half months of weekend is everything to write home about.

I have enjoyed this summer, and especially this last month more than words can say. We ate lobsters tonight, the very last of the season for us, and while he was eating, Zan just closed his eyes and said aloud, “remember this. remember this.”

In the breeze of the fall, and the cold of the winter, and even into the beauty of spring, I will remember this. I will remember this summer for always.

Because how could I forget it?