It’s the first summer without traveling, without saying bitter goodbyes and coming home hugs. A summer without random backpacking into unknown cities and deciphering public transportation. A summer with no random rides to Santa Barbara or Malibu for grilled swordfish. A summer without you.
I am learning to adapt to a world without your calls in the morning and random moments of I-am-calling-just-because. I am learning about pain and acceptance when my heart beats to the drums of unknown emotions. I am learning to open once closed doors. I am learning to ride without you by my side.
And I am doing okay babe. I am doing okay.