Aw

Grateful

I just read over my thesis for the first time since school. Gosh, I have so much to be thankful for. I was telling Kaitlin and Patrick today driving to the beach about senior year-- taking a bottle of wine and some music into the art building, unlocking my brushes and canvases, and staying up all night painting; long, long days and nights researching and writing about what I love to research and write about; fulfilling evenings in the CDA doing theatre with my friends, building, memorizing, feeling really luscious and old words on my tongue. It was a series of incredible opportunity after incredible opportunity, mostly paid for by others. So many people put in effort to teach me things--not just professors and directors, but friends and family--and tonight, after a long, beautiful, day at the beach where I've been so heart-burstingly pleased to not be sitting at a desk for eight hours, I am more grateful than ever for those efforts and opportunities. I don't even know how to say it and it seems like it's almost been too long now to thank the people that I need to thank for having made it so.
Wow, though. Y'all. It is 68 degrees outside right now. That is enough to make me cry with happiness. But beyond that (ahh): I slept on the beach pretty much all day and when I wasn't sleeping on the beach I was getting pummeled by warm Atlantic surf or laughing with two really awesome people. While senior year was glorious, this carefree homeworklessness has its advantages. I still feel like I'm rocking in the waves. I love that feeling--like you're riding an elevator sideways.
I think I wanna go back to school though. Fall 2012? That or move to Biarritz and write a manuscript and ride sideways elevators.
Yes.