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Sunshine and Summertime

Hey! So, I've been back for a little over a month now, and it has been, well, eventful. I have a summer job I just started, a summer science class that I'm about to finish, some time for dancing, time for friends,and I just turned 21.

My family unfortunately went through an emergency, which we've made it through by God's grace. It's been kind of stressful, but it also made it so that my sister who lives in Texas was here for a few weeks, which has provided a completely different set of adventures. My sister from North Carolina also came by for a few days, and various relatives and family friends have been amazing.

I'm working in a department store now, which is exponentially better than working at a gas station convenience store. There are no angry people who get grouchy when you ask for ID when they get cigarettes, most people pay with their cards so there's less cash to handle, it's just a nicer place, and I get to choose what I wear as long as it's "business casual." Woot woot!

Turned 21, which was fun. Not that I do go and buy lots of alcohol, but the knowledge that the one thing I was "too young" to do is now no longer an obstacle is incredibly liberating. For the actual day my siblings and I went to the beach, and it was a totally beautiful day. We had a picnic on the sand and played in the waves, and stopped for Wendy's on the way home for dinner. It was awesome. Oh, and like I mentioned, Chrissy-sister was there for the first time in forever.

In addition to my birthday beach trip, Chrissy and Elisia took me for dinner and a chocolate martini one night in celebration of my legal-hood. It was delicious.

Chrissy adores the outdoors and stuff, and PA has some really lovely hiking trails and stuff, so one day she and two of my brothers and me went hiking. Due to our fearless leader- my brother Tony's- slight misdirection we ended up very carefully picking our way down a very steep slope without dying and then almost rock climbing back to the top. Twice. Because we thought the second time it was a different path. It was fun, though, and sunny, and it reminded me a little of the hiking through the forest at the base of Slieve Donnard.

Also with Chrissy and Tony, as well as Tony's girlfriend Em, we went creek-walking and swimming at a place called Tacquan Glen. It was kind of magical, actually. I loved finding deep pools in the creek to swim in, then making our way out to the Susquehanna. We were blessed with another beautiful day, and I got to do oodles of climbing over rocks and trees, and honestly felt a little bit like Tarzan, which is cool.

A couple of days later, my sisters and I went tubing, too, in which Elisia lost us twice and we kept getting stuck on rocks, and where getting too close to the bank and the impending tree-limbo claimed my sunglasses for the depths of the creek. But it was still wonderful.

I haven't done that much "adventuring" around my actual home in forever, nor have I had such banged up legs since I was about 12. It is, quite frankly, spectacular, and I am thrilled with it. I mean, having mottled bruises and scratches covering half of my legs isn't the most attractive thing, but they're kind of like badges of honor, and proof that I didn't just stop doing cool stuff because I'm no longer in a foreign country. Granted, most of it was suggested by other people, but still.

I've also done some dancing, which is always one of my favorite things. Yesterday, too, we went to the beach again with some of our girlfriends. We went to Cape Henlopen, which is right next to Fort Miles, a WWII fort. So, since my sister Elisia and I knew that, we planned ahead and wore some WWII-esque dresses and took some pictures next to the barracks and some big, impressive, guns. We also took along "flat mom," since our friend's mom couldn't come, and took pictures of her doing various beach-y activities. It was an altogether good day, with some playing in the waves, tanning, and digging of large holes in the sand, though I am a teensy bit burnt now.

Not sure if I was really supposed to sit on the big gun...

Sister looking gorgeous

Pin-up girl pose

:)

WWII babes.

Beachin it up.


Flat Mom in the sand.

So yeah, that thus far has been my return from Ireland. The other day I had a cup of tea and almost burst into tears. Thankfully, though, despite missing it outrageously, my mind has been otherwise occupied. It has also helped that I have some of the seriously best people in my life to make my days better, even when I'm griping over my hatred of the science course I've been trudging through. I am super duper blessed in my friends and family.

In addition to stuff and people, I've also been super into some fab country music, because it is the best type of music to drive to and nobody can tell me different. Here are a couple of my recent favorites:

Seriously been so obsessed with this song I don't even know.


I just really want to WCS dance to this. 


Interest in this song is as recent as... well today.


Okay, this isn't country, but I seriously want to dance to it so much. I will be desperately sad if I don't get at least one slammin dance to this song this summer. 


Kay, well, that's really all I have for now. I have been procrastinating from my impending science paper for way longer than I should have, so now I gotta go do that. Just a few more days though, and I'm home free!!! woohoo!! Kay, talk to you soon!

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