Mmmm, New England humidity.

And despite the bugs and the stickiness I find myself dreading my return to school--find myself even dreading June 28th, when I'll only have two months left to my summer. Because I know what with the weddings and everything else, time will fly faster than I could ever imagine. And being at home is--well, it's nice. Safe. Like eating macaroni and cheese three meals a day every day. School is a different story--I'd place it closer to sushi than Easy Mac, if that metaphor makes sense. It can be absolutely wonderful, something totally wild and new and different, or it can be a lot worse than home could ever be. I wish I could have a little of both everywhere, like...ummm...a burrito at Chipotle or Bueno y Sano. Sometimes it's awesome tasting, sometimes it's a little soggy or the meat is overdone, but it's basically guaranteed to be pleasing to the taste buds and satisfy hunger.
Oh, wow. Writing all that made me want to eat. And I've still got an hour before dinner tonight. Sigh.