so long, sweet summer.

Bed is a wonderful place; it really is. That's the first thing that comes to mind as I crawl beneath the dappled, motley pattern of my patchwork quilt. What a wonderful day. Today was (is, at least for the next two hours) Labor Day, marking the unofficial end of summer. Tomorrow I begin fall term at Penn, what is sure to be an adventurous and frenzied semester. I have always been quite sedulous, running around all day, sometimes aimless and frantic like a chicken with her head cut off, but this is the first time that I am actually worried about whether or not I am capable of all that I have to do. To be honest, I hit quite a low point the last week, overwhelmed with fear that I am neither prepared nor competent enough to handle the nonstop workload that is to come in the next few days and continue on 'til Christmas. I am feeling much better today. That isn't to say I have no more doubts or worries, but after what was a very refreshing, enlightening weekend, I feel quite optimistic and encouraged. My wonderful family came to visit me in Narberth for the holiday, and their support and smiles were exactly the remedy I needed to cure me of my pessimism. Really, my mum would be disappointed if she knew how negative and defeated I have felt over the past few weeks. But, chin up! Tomorrow marks the (unofficial) beginning of a new season, a new term, and an ever-evolving, ever-blossoming new me. I am so thankful to have the family that I have, who pick me up when I am down, and offer me the (million) chances that I need to try again (and again and again) before I get it right. This restless and thirsting soul is ready for some adventure and originality. Who's with me?