Texas in August...

...is really, really hot. Especially if you don't have air conditioning in your new apartment and every move you make creates a gallon of sweat. Welcome to my life.

So yeah, my new place is currently 92 degrees, but as I type this, there is a tall gangly maintenance kid in my wall fixing it so I am praying for a cool night sleep before I start school? Maybe? Better be since I won't be able to take the manager up on her offer for a hotel room at 6 p.m. Oh, well, I suppose this is what my mother tells me is the "real world."

Yes, school starts tomorrow if you didn't catch that. I am nervous and excited and worried and annoyed and happy all at the same time. I love a new school year, always eager for the first day. It's everything after the first day that gives me trouble. But my classes should be fun, since most of them are either for my minor or my major, except for that cursed 8 a.m. Spanish class. Nonetheless, I love the first day.

Of course, saying goodbye to summer is always rough. Then again, this summer has been particularly rough as well. With an internship every weekday and too many nannying and babysitting jobs to count, I was busy. However, that made it fun. I spent a lot more time at home, with myself or my mom, which might sound lame, but it meant absolutely no drama. I went to bed early, got up early, worked my butt off and had enough fun to keep me happy. Of course, as always with my life, there were very highs (I really liked my internship) and extreme lows (I think all my readers know about these). But I'm counting my blessings regardless since for me, I had a pretty awesome summer so wishing it goodbye until next year isn't too difficult.

Plus, despite the high temperatures and a questionable roommate, I really like my apartment. It's slowly building up to love, despite my missing shower rod or the fact that the bathroom outlets don't work (hey, it needs some work, so what?) But as the rain pours down, I look out my giant window that overlooks part of campus and a lot of green, I just know it will be good. I feel safe and happy and excited to be here, so for now, it is really good.

Again, though, I'm weird. A part of me is so glad to be back, where I should be, and more excited than I can handle. The other part... well, the other part wants to run back to her mommy and never leave. I said I had a good summer because I was with my mom a lot and it's true. She made my summer fun. Even if it was just cackling about my dad or going to see strange movies, I laughed more than I have in a long time. It's not just that I'm going to miss her, since I'll still be back and forth a lot, it's more about the fact that this summer was most likely the last one I'll ever spend at home. This lease is a year long, meaning next summer will be spent in San Marcos and the next I will have graduated, hopefully meaning I will have a job. Of course, who knows what will happen, but still, this summer was the last summer I really had a kid who lives with her parents and it hurt a lot more than I could say to leave. I spent the last few weeks in a panic because I knew leaving soon and I was so scared, still am. But now that I'm here, it's easier to handle since I am so happy and the fact that I've lived here for four days and have seen my mom for two of them. Not too big a deal right? Yikes...

Oh good, now I'm crying while the maintenance kid is here. Cool, I'll be that girl. Anyway, sorry this blog is so wordy, just a few things that I've been holding in for a while, waiting for a blog post. The irony is that this summer I have starting a series blog obsession and those that are my favorites are the ones that are mostly pictures. Oh, well. Hope my few readers return to peruse this one. Well, time to prepare for the first day of school. Sandwich making and bag packing commence!

P.S. I'm sorry if I made you cry. You know how I hate that...