bunks.

Life as a Spudent is back in full swing. The grass is green and the leaves are starting to turn.

We'll meet the 38 girls we'll be living with tonight at the super exciting mandatory floor meeting. Last year I wasn't prepared for the "hey, tell us something about yourself" question that was thrown at us in the first 2 1/2 minutes of sitting in the room full of beautiful strangers. Cassie pulled it together in time to avoid entering the ultra-awkward zone before the hot spot made it's way to our part of the room. Her answer sounded something like, "Uhhhhh Iiii I really like toast. A lot."
Genius. Not too personal and certainly not typical.

And we miss that girl we called Tig. A whole lot.

So here we are in the room we named the treehouse. Twinkle lights, blankets scattered, and Vogue pages and photographs covering every piece of white. We love our house.

Reunions are the best. Ever.
So much yelling. So many hugs.

In other news, I sleep on a top bunk nowadays. The lack of a child-please-don't-fall-of-the-bed bar was at first completely terrifying. But, thank the heavens, my sleeping body stayed exactly where it needed to be.

So good to be here.
So many photographs to share.
...I just need to find outlets for all of my technology that is right now lacking its share of electricity.

More to come.
I could probably write a book about first day of classes. Or an entire book about the interesting pronunciation variations that come with professors reading my name off of that sheet of paper for the very first time.