rivendellrose | another update

This summer is the first time since highschool that I've looked back on the previous summer and said "damn... I was in a better place last year, wasn't I?"

Last summer, I was working. Not a lot, but I was working. I was also living in my first-ever actual rental house, although it was only temporary. I lived with some great friends - I sat around talking with them in the living room, and went out with them to movies late at night. We had dinner together sometimes, and on one memorable night we killed a whole bottle of champagne together in about an hour. We had parties, I learned that I like gin and tonics... life was good. And I was going out with a great guy - it didn't work out, but I was happy with the relationship as it was. I was the only girl in our office last summer, too, except the girls who do reception and stuff, and the guys kept doing silly things like teaching me to play darts on the temporary wall. It was fabulous.

I'm more than happy with the year that's passed between then and now - I've met a few really wonderful new friends who I feel like I've known forever, and I've grown closer than ever with friends I've known for a while. There are a lot of wonderful memories to go over. It's just the summer that seems... less than perfect.

But hey - anybody who's asking perfection of life is definitely looking for too much.