All you sinners stand up, sing halleluja! HALLELUJA!!! My father and I stood in the middle of the Pine Knob Music Theater screaming along to Panic! At the Disco, at the top of our lungs…
Promise me you’ll always remember that you’re braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.
So this Greece trip is really happening. Every time I check something off my to-do list, I feel a little more excited and even more nervous about the fact that I will actually be going to Greece for four months of studying abroad. I’m starting to have visions of myself clinging onto my father at the airline gateway, him saying “Rachael, sweetie, you need to get on the plane now and leave. You need to go,” while I refuse to unlatch…
At the beginning of every summer, I tell myself there are certain activities I want to do or goals I want achieve in the course of the subsequent months. In the past, this list has included seeing a baseball game, reading 25 books, losing weight, going to Cedar Point, writing new music, and really becoming dedicated to photography as a hobby. Yet, year after year, this list seems to reappear and even increase, while I continue to spend my summers laying around, playing video games, binging Netflix shows (not even the good ones) and coming up with excuses not to pursue my passions…
