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What a weekend. Sleeping in my hammock like a baby. Savagely going to the bathroom in the jungle (ha). Swimming in the salty water for hours and hours with Danielle like I was 10 years old again in my Grandma's pool. Singing songs for church on the beach with Nicki. Forgetting most of the words. The guys making traps like the Swiss-Family Robinson for all the SMs who were unfortunate enough to fall for the camouflage. Walking on the beach by myself in the morning. Cutting coconuts and drinking them for a morning snack with Zach. Feeling like the moon couldn't get bigger if it wanted too.
I'm going to stop talking about it. I can't describe it to you. I'll stop trying. I had a crappy day. But that's a good thing. When I have a crappy day I always end up in a good mood. I force myself. Today I had parents get upset at me for things I can't control. Student's getting kicked out of school. Teacher's getting sick. Hurt. Everyone getting discouraged. But I'm sitting in our Christmas decorated (as much as we could manage) apartment, listening to my roommates babble about random things. Making cookies. Bickering. Normal stuff on a weekday :) Life is good. Thinking about Ant makes me feel better too.
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