I wanted to get away. I went home to New Jersey to see my mom and enjoy just simple time. Going out to breakfast, running along the ocean, eating fresh donuts, and getting burnt under the summer sun was what I needed. It felt like it was my moments to live and breath. Those moments where no one can bother me. I was wrong. There were issues with my apartment complex. I got worried I didn't know where I was going to live. I didn't know how I was going to live. It worked out for the time being.
I said my goodbyes to my mom and headed back to the city I have fallen in love with, Philadelphia. I missed it. I love the beach, but there was something missing. I came back, went shopping and went to a July 4th party. The house was packed with hot dogs and burgers. Chips & dips mixed with people laughing and enjoying each other's company. There were dance offs and wheelbarrow races. I can prove this by the cuts on my hands. A victory worth the blood shed. We laughed, we made fun of each other. We were happy to be near someone. I was single and it didn't matter. I still had the time of my life. These are the days I love. These days where moments just happen and you are there. I took very few photos and turned off my phone. It was nice to be there, to live in that moment. This is why I love this world and this life.