If you’re a bird, I’m a bird.

“Summer romances begin for all kinds of reasons, but when all is said and done, they have one thing in common. They’re shooting stars, a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, a fleeting glimpse of eternity, and in a flash they’re gone.” – Noah, from the Notebook

What is it about summer that makes people want to believe in love so badly? It’s almost as if with the heat comes an annual childlike hope for all things romantic. After spending over a week in the deep south, I found myself often thinking about Sparks’ quotes on southern summer romances and how fleetingly reckless they can often be. It also reminded me of Oscar Wilde’s wise words: “They spoil every romance by trying to make it last forever.”

Of course at this point in my life, these thoughts are lovely but mostly irrelevant. I have come to realize that I am beyond blessed (if only there were a less cliché way to phrase that) for the people that are in my life. I have just over one week left in Lincoln before I set off on the adventure of a lifetime with Cassandra. It will be a very bittersweet time, but I am very much so looking forward to spending time with the people who mean the most to me! More (more frequent) posts to come!

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