god bless the daylight the sugary smell of springtime remembering when you were mine in a still suburban town
college life.
you're finally free. out of the house. away from your parents, your old drama, your past.
you chose to attend school on the pacific north coast. it's rainy here, not the sort of place where you can ditch class to lie on the beach and suntan all year round. no one here is famous, and only a handful came from money. it's refreshingly normal.
but just because you're surviving on grilled cheese and ramen noodles doesn't mean you can't have a good time.
[i]we looked like giants in the back of my grey sub-compact fumbling to make contact as the others slept inside.