Come Autumn I need change... and things.
It was a summer worth having.
And now I'm here. In a big empty beige house with no furniture. And in classrooms discussing Philosophy, Psychology and knowing I'll be struggling through homework. Learning how to write creatively. Because I've never dabbled in that before. Thinking about taking on more freelance journalism through this all. With a blue-eyed boy I care for. In a city I've always thought was unattractive discovering hidden places where beauty exists.
Feeling seventeen sitting on the back step drinking lemonade out of mugs because we don't have chairs or glasses. Holding hands, smiling lots. Opening crisp new school supplies and learning my way around.
It's more change than I could possibly hope for. It should be a fall worth having.