Most people go out partying for this weekend. They plan extreme parties all weekend long. I go home to visit my mom and spend the weekend watching movies. I don't want to go out drinking or pretend I am someone I am not. I have eaten greasy food and ice cream. Everything is going well, but nothing extreme to put. The best thing is that I went to the beach before a storm. The wind was blowing and I could feel the sand hitting my skin. The wind was burning my legs and I wouldn't change it. The wind was so powerful I could feel like I was more than just one moment. The waves were huge. The salt water was mixing with the air making the waves crash along the shore. The sea bubbles were popping along the coast and the life was fully there. This was a mental break I needed from Philadelphia. This world has been rough. This school has been rough. I am excited for what is to come.
