"Fest""

The Sun decided to grace us with its glorious rays the past few days and it has been simply amazing. I love good weather and sunshine and a nice breeze. THAT is what summer is supposed to be dammit, not this fog/rain/cloud fest its been. Apparently "fest" isnt a word. who knew?
So I moved to Yarmouthport with Sarah a while ago into her aunt and uncles house. Its lovely and we have the entire downstairs to ourselves, so its like living in a rather large, very comfortable dorm/suite. I do miss being in my own place...and cooking all the time though. However, being here now means I am aprox. 20-30 min away from Tim, and Capt'n Elmers, and like something more than that away from chatham. On top of that, I wasn't making anything at the cafe, so today after about a week of stressing out and worrying, I went in and quit. And it was fine. She was really nice about it, and told me if I ever want to pick up an extra shift or something that I'd be more than welcome to. I was surprised, but relieved because I had been playing versions that involved yelling and cursing and me scampering away in fear.

The 4th of July was lovely. I got to go to Tim's dads side (the Ryans obviously) of the family's huge BBQ at his grandparents house in Falmouth. Needless to say, his grandparents (who're Nanny and Poppy just like I called mine) the sweetest, most adorable grandparents ever. His entire family was just lovely. My parents came up to visit for the weekend and came to the BBQ with me, and it was just really nice to have the feeling of a large family gathering again. It was really good to see my parents, as much as I love living on my own and fending for myself (sort of) and experiencing things, I still love my parents and being babied to a point. Not that I was much this weekend but whatever. It was just really great to be there and a part of it. and the weather was amaaaazzzing, and the night was so clear, when we went to watch the fireworks out over the ocean, the moon was reflecting in the water and it was just beautiful.

I have been seriously contemplating living in Australia for a year after I graduate. To the point where I've actually done some serious research about it, and I really think if i can scrape together enough money, and mom wont try to tie me down to a rock in my bedroom, then I think I really will go. I have no desire to start real life yet. Mostly, I think, because I have no solid idea of what it is I want to spend the rest of my life doing. I could go to Grad school, but thats something you do when you have an idea of the field you want to specialize in..and I dont. I suppose the only thing that would really defer me from going would be if I was offered a really amazing internship that had potential job opportunities in something I could really see myself doing. Once I figure out what that is exactly.

I think all this constant bouncing around is teaching me a lot about myself. I wont delve into that really, but I do feel like I've changed a bit...or maybe its just grown. idk.