Dedicated to Maine adventures with T&L...

For the first time in a long time, I felt a little homesick yesterday morning. Maybe homesick is the wrong word - it wasn't a sad, depressed, melancholy homesick, but more of a nostalgic, reminiscing, bittersweet homesick. I jumped in the car, alone (and the tiniest bit hungover) to drive to Zumba and had a momentary jolt back to Saturday mornings at school, hopping in the car, going on adventures. Piling in sometimes one too many people deep, music blasting, emergency pit stops at Dunkin' Donuts along the way, always on some sort of bizarre mission, even if the mission itself was just to get off campus for a few hours and go on an adventure. A search for the best lobster rolls. A hidden beach. A pretty drive. A cute cafe. Life outside of college. Time and space to talk with someone you may have accidentally ignored the week before. And it's decompression time, thinking time, time to remind yourself that you ARE human and that normal people don't dedicate their lives to one sole thing (school, when you're a college student), time to regain your sanity. It's a sweet nostalgia I haven't really felt yet, a romanticization that comes with time and distance and the headspace to look back without a cynical eye