American Summer

America was such a strange concept while I was in Barcelona, it seemed so out of reach.
I thought returning would be different, uncomfortable, but it's funny how quickly something you knew becomes your everyday norm.

On my return i was exhausted; i was also tyring to crush my desire to be back in Barcelona, i was missing everything about the city. I knew i couldn't sit still for too long - though it was good be back with my friends, with my family. First on my agenda was Boston. My sister has visited me in Barcelona, and she was due a visit from me anyways. I drove the distance with my iPod blaring. Being in a car alone can be a good escape from reality if you need one. Boston was a lot of fun and I stayed longer than planned. Sleepovers, drinks, dinners, say yes to the dress, and rooting for england in the world cup with my sister.

As much fun as I had I needed to get back, work was waiting, and I needed to replenish all the money I had spent on my trip. Build-a-Bear and Charlotte Russe. Both in Crossgates Mall. Walking into the mall was cripling. It is so closed in. Like the outside world doesn't exist. Nothing like the bustling streets of Spain with it's high rise stone buildings and bright bright sky. But this would be where i spent my everyday for the next few months.

New York City was next on my list. It'd been too long since i stared up at the blinding lights of times square. Walking along the Highline - an old railroad track through the rooftops of the city - gives you spectacular views. It was packed with people, wildflowers, and perfect picture oportunities.  Next up was Wicked - the broadway I have been waiting forever to see. My parents and I watched the show based on the two witches of Oz then headed out to a late dinner in the city. Next we stared up into times square, watching ourselves show up on the video billboards. The next day we stood at the Top of the Rock, looking down on central park, looking down on the world. We wandered through the streets and ended at the Met for their roof exhibit 'Big Bamboo'. I've never walked on anything so incredible. Then once more, back to the suburbs of Albany.

I spent a weekend later that summer at Sacandaga Lake at Kelsey's lake-side house. We jet skied the lake, relaxed on the dock, and spent the evening with chocolate martinis in a wooden house. The next day we relaxed on the beach until the rain started, then headed back home again.

The rest of the summer was spent with my grandmother visiting, late nights out with my best friends, and days lounging by pools. All of a sudden summer was gone, and as much as i'd dreaded coming home, i was hesitant to leave.

Next stop, Carolina.