There's Nothing More

A girl needs more than a sunset and a beach.

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How Will I Mourn September?

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Life is full of transitions- from elementary to middle school. You felt like you would never get to high school. From high school to the summer before college. Still a little baby, with your skinny high school chicken legs and no idea what college will be like. To your first time living away from RA's and parents. To deciding what to do after college.

Lately I feel like that is all my life is- transitions. A "hurry up and wait" kind of life that I love but resist at the same time. I'm a walking contradiction- most days I want the day to last forever. Some days I just want to graduate. An on a couple days a month I just want to stuff my head into the sand and never come out again.

But this is life, isn't it? Life is change and I guess I'll just have to deal with it. I'll have to embrace change I'm expecting and change I'm not expecting. Change I want and change I would rather go without.

Right now I'm in a weird transition. From England to Minnesota, I'm not quite fully back in America yet. I'm straddling the ocean, one foot in England, one foot in the US. I think once school starts up again I'll feel grounded (like I always do. Why is it that September is joyful for me? New beginnings, new knowledge, new horrible teachers you can make fun of.) and finally feel like I belong on the UMD campus again.

I just had a thought- what will I do when my schooling finally ends? How will I deal with year-roundness? No break? How will I mourn Septembers?

The Pictures from the FLOOD

So I promised pictures! HERE THEY ARE! If you are bored by water filling a basement, LOOK AWAY, LOOK AWAY! Wow, these sentences are really dramatic. Sorry 'bout that.

So it starts! This is in my bedroom, under my night stand.

This is the bathroom. See the rug? Fully submerged.

Ah ha! We timed it- it took 15-20 minutes for THIS to happen. To joke. Flash floodin' for realz.

Erin frowning at the water.

IT COVERED OUR FEET PEOPLE. WE HAD A LAKE IN OUR HOME.

The water line is about how high it got. 7 inches?

THE CULPRIT. We have three steps leading up to our driveway. The water was literally POURING down the stairs under this door, into the laundry room, and then into our basement. Ugh.

Hack-dizzeled.

Yes, I did just title my post that. My hotmail account (YES I STILL USE HOTMAIL) got hacked/blocked/etc. It sucks because that is my MAIN email. Ugh. If you know how to unblock a blocked account, let me know. Also, the "other email" to send info to? I deleted that account a coon's age ago.

So my fourth of July was amazing- I brought my camera and and everything. I JUST FORGOT TO TAKE A SINGLE PICTURE. Doh.

Oh, and I slowly melted into a puddle. It was humid as h@%* on the fourth.

And now I share pictures.

First, appropriate smiling picture. Then..

Yep.