Sphs Blog

I feel like a child again, in the best way. I look down, my mother’s bracelet, Socks Langston gave me.

I am wearing an outfit I would have worn when I was 14. Everything has begun to feel familiar about myself, especially as the landscape around me changes.

Today I went for a run, like how I often did when there was too much work to do, and too little time to accomplish it all. I wore shorts, which you cannot do when it is below freezing. But I am from California, so how am I supposed to know that.

I add it to my notes on adaptation- Paris winters mean no shorts.

I miss my grandparents more than anything now, and cannot wait to come back to that house. In almost ten days.