love, ali.

this entire week, i have been in doubt that it is, in fact, summer.

it, literally, just kicked in.

tomorrow, i get to sleep in until whatever time i want. i get to wake up to beaming sunshine and warmth hitting my back through my window. i get to blast music as loud as i want to my heart’s content on my stereo, probably joshua radin or the rarity that are happy ingrid michaelson songs. 

it’s wonderful, really, to just know that an amazing new chapter of your life has started. although it’s not really a big chapter, it is still, nonetheless, a chapter, where i do not know where i’ll be or what i’ll be doing, but i know that it will be great. it will be marvelous. it will be something i will never forget, along with the other summers of my life.

just the overall feeling is enough to make me excited. happy. to only think good thoughts and fall asleep in my back yard while i stare up at the stars. take pictures with my phone as my friends and i jump off of curbs, or just simply laughing at each other. 

these are the moments in my life i will never forget, the feelings i will experience that will be so fierce and passionate that i will envy them when i get older. the memories that i will hang onto, if i might feel that i’ve got nothing left to grip onto. i’m a homebody, and if i’m away from home, these feelings and memories and waves of joy and love will guide me back to where i came from, my roots, which i am so deeply grounded to. 

i’m an optimist. i don’t care what anyone else says. i’m going to be happy, because life is too short not to be.

love, ali.