Faced my fear of longboarding last night.
It wasn't too bad, fun even.
Went with a pro who makes them with his brother-in-law.
But of course I fell super awkwardly trying to go over a tiny bump.
I don't know why I miss Provo so much. I know I'm going back eventually. And it's going to be all different anyway. I think mostly I just miss college life and having lots of people around all the time.
I keep having this aching feeling in my chest like I'm pining for something that I can't quite put my finger on.
It is ridiculously hot.
And I'm sad because many of my favorites won't be at camp this week. But Caleb's going, so that should be interesting.
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