Pictures from a few weeks back. (Those are post-operation prescription meds I'm showing off, don't worry. And oh goodness I look ridiculous.)
So yesterday was graduates and flowers and friends (the kind who make it easier to breathe, just by existing), hugs and tears, cigarettes and mojitos (yes, mojitos; I regret nothing), train rides at night and sitting on a rooftop.
I am now officially on summer holiday and I don't know quite what to do with myself, with this hoarse voice and these aching legs (blame it on the dancing). In two hours I will board a train that will whisk me out of town. Finally I get to read the books I want to read and sleep as much as I want to and work on my summer project, the acquisition of more freckles. Really, I am quite happy.