summer vacation, for real.

Warm breeze, swinging in a hammock, overlooking the beach. Yeah, that's where I am right now. My roommate and her family kidnapped me for the week to go on their summer vacation with them, and couldn't be happier. Ok, maybe minus the sunburn, but hey, it's summer, and I'm pale. Only ample amounts of sunblock could save me. (And yes, I did apply my SPF 100+ liberally.) But now for another day wandering around the tiny seaside village. And more sunblock!

and so it begins

The quest to find my inner artist and set her free. To find what moves me and exploit it for all its worth. To be myself. And I have begun it. I came home from a wonderful internship, slept soundly through the night, and Monday morning, promptly lopped off half my hair. Some people say that cutting off your hair, particularly if you shave it all off, is a tangible symbol of rebirth. Though I respect and understand this, I am not brave enough to shave it all off. But I am brave enough to dye it purple, or at least the front of it. There will be pictures eventually, it has just been a very busy last two days. Today, I believe, holds important phone calls to square away finances. Then perhaps a little spinning? Or knitting. We shall see.