“This is going to be an EPIC summer”

Me: “Really? How so? What’s going to happen?”

Friend: “I don’t know yet but I feel it.”

Me: “Ok, good. I’ll believe you.”

Friend: “It will take enlisting others.”

Me: “Ok. We can do that.”

Internally I wasn’t sure but I trust my friend. The context of this conversation is that I was 75 miles into a bike ride and my butt hurt (Dad, I just spared your bubble.) I think it must be the week. I filled my life up to the brim for months and now I am attempting to be present and relaxed after a sad couple weeks. I was so high and now I am so ça va blah. I accept that the blah moments are entirely appropriate but I’m just no longer in the mood to entertain this funk.

My roommate in Paris asked me one day, “ça va?” I responded “blah.” Then I had to explain blah to a European. Hmmm. Even when Martina was happy she would respond ça va blah. She was great. She introduced me to the culture of smoking, this is what you do when you finish dinner, this is what you do when you are sitting at a café, this is what you do when you are walking home from the metro, this is what you do. She also had 5 outfits. And the zipper on her brown pair of tight pants malfunctioned on a regular basis. She also had a friend in her program from a Scandinavian country who wore neon green tight pants on a regular basis and did an impression of southern Americans. Also, when visiting Martina’s family, I realized that the swiss make A LOT of cheese, it brought an entirely new meaning to “swiss” cheese. Ah the naiveté!

I think Amy is right. I think this will be a great summer. I returned home after our ride and called my Mom. Mom’s are very helpful and reorienting. I ended our conversation, explaining that I had to get to the beach to watch the sunset. My Mom’s response, “your life in Seattle is really rough.” Ha! So rough. I have to go watch the sunset on the beach! Perspective.