(Note: this blog will likely get more textual than visual from now on. I'm in a writing phase.)
Now that it’s been a little over a month since first year ended, the days of summer school get warmer and go by quieter as most friends have flown home for the summer, taking with them the precious rowdiness that had filled my daily life with so much vibrancy throughout first year. A kind of lull settles in now, in a good way. Between classes and work, the summer somehow spares me time to bask in sun, in the outdoors, in books, and inevitably because of the quietness – in more of my own thoughts. I realize my passions for doing certain things (playing the piano, binge-watching films, reading voraciously, etc) approach me in waves, and now it is the wave of going back to writing.
