June was hot, I was finally fully vaccinated, and the whole summer stretched ahead of me. I biked with Adeline on the South Shore, met Maddie in Boston for donuts, and walked Crosstown Trail with a friend from home. I ran the Callahan trails, got takeout from Green Leaf, and had to say goodbye to my doggo, Tootsie.
July saw a lot of rain and a few long bike rides, including a disastrous tour down Connecticut’s Airline Trail in the rain. It saw soft serve from Dairy Joy, “I Took a Pill in Ibiza” on guitar, my painful 21-mile run to Boston for my 21st birthday, and a lovely little day in Providence.
Then we rounded the corner into August, the most bittersweet month of the year. More biking, more walking, more vegan desserts. I drove down to Florida with my brother. Then I came home, and Mom and I spent two weeks in my favorite place—Nickerson State Park on Cape Cod. I read El penúltimo sueño in my hammock above the pond, biked up and down the rail trail, and ate ice cream every other day.
And now it’s September. Summer is suddenly over. I moved back into Shafer this afternoon. As I lugged my stuff up and down the stairs, I kept running into people I knew. I love that about Wellesley. My mom helped me start decorating, and when she left, I got my first taste of Wellesley food. Wellesley Fresh is starting off much better than they did last year.
Things are about to get busy. Campus feels much more lively than it did at half capacity last year. I’m excited to finish unpacking, reunite with friends when my covid test comes back negative, and maybe walk around and find my classrooms before classes start on Wednesday.
I’m not a jumper (mid-bike ride with Adeline)
Me and my brother after our mountain biking adventure (not pictured: my many wounds)
Kashi tugging toward the water