in between homes.

Last night was my first night in a bed since I left for camping last Friday. On Friday me and six of my closest friends left for St. Augustine. We camped, got eaten by mosquitos, and consumed seven 12 packs of soda while being there. The weather was fair, at best. Despite my uncomfortability, the time spent with my friends was refreshing.

Days beginning with no plans. Waking up late and having a poorly cooked breakfast over a fire. Going to the beach and getting covered with a mixture of salt water and sand. Playing cards. Going to the local tobacco store and smoking pipes as if we were sophisticated older men. Nights spent around the campfire, telling stories about individuals in the group. We not only talked about the past, but talked about the future. We casted our votes on who would be the first one of us to die, get married, make a million dollars, etc. as we equally voiced our opinion on who would be the last (I was voted last to get married). Plans about the upcoming year were shared and encouragement for eachother was given.

We came back filthy and exausted. We cleaned both the cars and ourselves since we were both covered with dirt and sand, and then we went swimming and chilled for the rest of the day. I spent the night there and am now staying with my parents through Wednesday.

Then I'm going to be moving into my new home:
Apartment 25 E

I'm so excited I'm about to soil myself!!!