I love my family.
The real one and the one in Syracuse. Same thing. I can’t imagine having a better Big sister, group of friends, and place to live and learn every day. I can’t wait to be back here.
I even missed the dining hall. What is wrong with me? Literally couldn’t even tell you.
That is where I walked and ate meatballs. This is also where I have had some of the best conversations of my life. God, I miss this place. Just over three weeks, and counting. The paper chain rip-off starts now.
I know, I look so
clean orange. What? Dang photo editing. Always go too hard.
I ate a weird combination of meatballs, paleo cookies, buffalo chicken pizza, and chicken fingers last night, some of which spilled everywhere and I’m totally fine with. You live and you learn. Last night I lived.
How many more pictures of my face could I possibly post? Okay I’m done.
We watched the Olympic opening ceremonies, and were seriously confused when there was a giant baby getting magically tucked in by air on our screen.
British sonogram. Or preggo-gram. You are not impressing Beijing, AT ALL.
Like, what? I’m sorry, are we on acid?
We also used Channing Tatum coasters.
I also woke up this morning and realized how good I have it. How beautiful life is, and how lucky I am to have everything that I do. I know that birthdays are all about celebrating birth, how many years you’ve been waddling around, getting birthday pinches.
But it’s also about appreciating and loving everyone who has helped you along the way. Celebrating with them and thanking them for everything they’ve been with you through, and celebrating the fact that you have so many amazing, beautiful years ahead of you. Celebrating life. And that’s how I see Birthday Week. Eating good food, probably too much of it, seeing your friends every hour of the day and probably dropping too many dolla dolla bills, yo.
Watching people do 100 pushups in a row because they feel like it, and bonding with sisters you haven’t seen all summer just because.
Insert: Really weird thought segway into balance.
There are a lot of things I’ve learned in life, and balance is one of the most important. Knowing when to hold ‘em and when to fold ‘em. Working out (almost) every day, and then waking up one morning and realizing you worked out the day before, making it more than okay to take a rest day. I’m so proud of the fact that my body is recovering at incredible rates after just two weeks of going to a Box. My body is adapting, and I’m finally able to build strength with minimal lactic acid buildup.
That was weird.
Anyway. I love you guys. I’ll be back later from Rochester and going on a second night of shenanigans. I wish I could stay here, but I do have to go home… eventually. Successful Indulgence Friday complete. See ya later, gators!
How was your Friday night?
Ramble to me: What did you think of the opening ceremonies?