A Tired Routine Called—

So my spring break just ended. And honestly—it only felt like yesterday when I was talking to my friends about the beginning of the much-needed—much-awaited—break. (My friend, Remy, was right, why the hell was I talking about the end of the break when we had only just started it? Holy shit do I regret it now.) 

But now that's over and we're all back to facing our senior year—all the while holding senioritis's hand.

Today's the first day back and—surprisingly—the day felt shorter than what I remembered it to be. (But then again—for a whole week and the weekends—spring break felt way shorter than it should've—well—felt). And even though I've long been at home now and it's very well nearing the evening to a (rather hot) Monday, it's been quiet.

I guess all of us are dealing with the transition in our own ways I guess. 

As we fall back into a tired routine called life, we count down the days remaining until summer. Let's see when Hilary starts counting down the weeks left until the next vacation in the group chat.