It is officially the first week of my summer break, and thank God—I am excited. I am excited to accomplish so many things, many important to me, and others just things I know I would feel pretty awesome knowing I did them all by myself.
Read twenty books.
Travel somewhere special.
Take pictures of kind strangers.
Have a moonlight picnic with a bunch of friends—blankets under the stars, sparkling apple cider, Edith Piaf background music, M&M’s.
Fall in love (or lust?) with someone.
Write everyday in my journal.
Tell strangers they look great.
Finally try Boba tea—and more flavors of hot tea.
Have a silly photoshoot with some close friends at a playground.
Learn to not simply understand French but learn how to converse. Even if a small, insignificant conversation.
Finish crocheting my blanket. It was supposed to be a scarf, but then I realized that I was sweating and the sun was beating in my face and—oh yeah, that’s right…—it’s summer. So it’s turning into a cute little blanket. (Pictured above: My sister Casey holding up my progress, started today.)
Learn how to play poker.
Without fear, fake my name while ordering a Domino’s Pizza and pick it up. Charlotte? Marie? Britney?
Go thrifting some place exciting.