My longer hair.
I don't know why I had the idea to cut it in December but now it seems to not want to grow back.
The College for Creative Studies.
That was probably one of the best times of my life. I keep waiting to go back to class with all my buds. But two years has changed a lot, there are now two campuses, I don't know anyone who attends the school, and the worst and best is that many of my college buddies have moved away for jobs or home. It's so bittersweet. I want those days again but I know I can never have them. I just have to keep moving forward on to new adventures.
My grandma and I were very close, I would spend the night at her house all the time. We would go to the beauty parlor and I'd read while she got her hair done. Go to the grocery store to get some ice cream to eat with movies. Sit together and look through old photos late into the night. These were common instances for us up til I went away for college. And even with the distance we would talk almost every week. That summer after freshman year I lost her, and it still makes me so sad. But I cherish her and all my memories. What's great is that I can wear some of her favorite clothes and show them off to my friends and strangers, so I always have a little part of her with me.
Oh and I do also fit into her wedding dress, isn't it divine? She designed it herself and had it made with very limited fabric from France. She was incredible.
What do you miss on those long rainy, middle of the week days?
. boa noite e boa sorte.