Turning 21 today (June 12) seemed more exciting when I thought I would be in Philadelphia with my closest friends.
Now I live across the street from a farm with grazing cows within my view. I think I’ll spend tomorrow night in a local bar alone getting stories from truckers, soldiers, & hunters in hopes of creating some short narratives.
There’s something humbling about this experience.
As an update:
My father was in Africa for a week & a half and I filled most of the daylight hours alone riding my bike, reading in the backyard, and watching awful marathons of the most un-inspiring, dumbed-down reality shows ever created. Two days before his return, my car battery died & a man (around my age) next door willingly assisted me to jump my car when he was clearly busy. While his courteous efforts were absolutely wonderful, it turns out I needed a completely new battery. In return, I made him home-made chocolate chip cookies & a thank you card for his efforts, hoping that I see him throughout the summer. (What? I need some people my age to keep me sane this summer.)
Needless to say, the morning of the ninth, I woke up with child-like excitment, knowing I’d be seeing my father in just a few hours. I needed the company desperately & was hoping he took enough pictures to keep me satisfied for the afternoon. He did.
Things are well. Cheers.
From my drive down. Beautiful skies.
