Enough Already.

Hi.
This is me, snapping out of it.
This is me realizing pouting about not being at Gordon is not going to get me there. This is me being a big girl, taking a deep breath, sucking it up, and making the most of what I've got.
This is me remembering God is good even when I don't get my way. Even when I'm lonely, bored, aggravated, hurt. This is me being thankful.

Summer doesn't have to be as bad as I claim.

What I need to do is take the initiative to make it a good summer.

Simple Goals:
No channel surfing. If the tv's on, I know what I'm watching.
Create at least one piece of art worth framing
Get to the beach at least one time
Read a minimum of three books
Exercise. I mean it.
Keep in touch with the people I keep complaining are too far away
Make an effort to see the people who aren't as far away but I take for granted

This is me, doing better, getting stronger, making progress.

What I Miss.

I miss Gordon. I think everyone knows that, because I'm whiny and a little mopey and kind of a brat about it. I'm sorry, I'm really not trying to insult everyone in Boothbay everytime someone asks me if I'm glad to be home. I just have a problem with honesty. As in, I don't really like pretending, I don't really like lying. So I get asked if I'm glad to be home, and I'll either avoid the question or just sort of make a face that says it all.
Anyhow, that's completely off topic of what I was actually going to say. What I was going to talk about was what I miss. I miss how easily entertained we were and how some of the best moments were just us being silly. I was talking to a friend today about our different college experiences and I think she seemed really surprised when I told her I didn't drink my freshmen year of college, at all. Because my friends were too busy doing things like this: Yes, we entertained ourselves by seeing how many people we could fit on Austin's bunked bed. We got to ten. That's me, peaking out behind the shoulder of Kristina (in the grey Gordon Swimming shirt). Anyway, good times. Including such moments as: Austin almost falling off because he was being tickled, us yelling after every person who walked down the hall, someone yelling "Everyone touch Ryn!" and suddenly me having 9 people's hands on me (this was not actually a good moment, it was just weird.) I just miss these kids... and these strange times.

A Change Will Do You Good.

Before
Look at all that hair! Ahh!
After.
I mean, come on, I've been promising to cut my hair to donate for like, 18 months now. So really, its about time.

Summer...

This photo expresses my excitement for warm weather.
I'm going to ignore all the other things that come with summer and just focus on the warm weather for now. :-)

Homesick

Something strange happened today.
I missed home.
I never get homesick. I never wish I was in Boothbay. I'm sorry, its true.
But today, while I was at Lynch Park with my floor, walking along the beach, I breathed in deep. And that salty air... they always say that the sense of smell is the one closest connected to memory. And it smelled like home. And I missed home.
And even last weekend, when I was in Boothbay, as I drove around Ocean Point, I remembered why I loved it so much. It really is one of the most beautiful places in the world.
And I miss it. I miss the ocean. My ocean.
So maybe, just maybe, I'm ready for summer.
But don't quote me on that.