Beginning

So this is the eve of the beginning. It's not the beginning of summer, but it is the beginning of my summer. This is where the adventure, the centerpiece of summer begins. CITing at a sleepaway camp for two weeks and then BARCELONA. I've never been anywhere outside of the U.S. (happy fourth of july by the way) let alone flown by myself. The flying alone has me completely freaked out (breathe you have two weeks breathe) but no way was I going to let that be the reason that I wouldn't go to BARCELONA.

For the next three weeks my life will be completely different (with the exception of my brief haitus home next weekend). That's sort've a weird thought because I'm used to this summer. I love summer. I love my town, I love my friends. I'm totally ready to be gone.

I've also got that continual sinking rollarcoaster feeling. Not because I'm particularly nervous to CIT. Not that any of this is anything I don't think I can do. It's just it's so much I don't ussually do. I'm not really a homebody, I'm just getting overwelmed in advance because I won't have the time or energy to get overwelmed later on.

Yesterday was the fourth of july. Oh joy! I love the fourth of july. I love holidays in general of any religion and especially the everyone-can-be-apart-of ones. Which made the fourth of july perfect. Also, added bonus, it was sunny. After a pretty solid two weeks of cold, wet, gray days. Something is very wrong when on July 1 there is some debate over pants or capris? Anyways, yesterday was gorgeous. And for the first time in my life, I branched out of my typical family style pjs on the deck independence day and went out. Okay just to my friend's house and we mostly watched Friends (highly highly reccomended) and I went to view the fireworks from this bridge down by the river. And that really made my day. Not only were there twenty thousand people I knew there, which just made everything better, but I could really see the fireworks. And I love the crowd, the lights, the people, the noise.