Sunday, March 13, 2016

Getting Away


When I was younger, I was in love with the place I live. I thought I'd never want to leave--my city, the lake, the mountains; they all seemed like the best things in the world to me. But now that I'm older, like so many teenagers, I'm itching to leave the place where I grew up.

I live in the biggest city in my state--which isn't saying much, considering we still have less than 50,000 people. There's a thriving music and arts scene, a beautiful lakefront, a backdrop of rolling mountains, and four unique seasons. But it's not quite enough.

One of the RA's at the arts camp I went to last summer explained perfectly what I'm feeling. Coming from a smaller town in this state, my city seemed like this huge, thriving hub, full of endless possibilities. She happily went to college there, because compared to her sleepy little town, she felt like she was in a big, exciting place. It was enough for her.

But I already live in that big exciting place, and now I need somewhere even bigger and more exciting. After visiting LA again over Thanksgiving break, I feel like that's exactly the place I want to be. It's big. It's warm. It's new. And the tacos are SO GOOD. Honestly, after coming home all I wanted was a good fish taco, and all I had was our local Bueno y Sano. Let me tell ya, folks. Bueno y Sano does not hold a candle to a cheap LA taco truck.

As an east coast girl, the west coast is about as far away from my home as I could get. It's also the place I want to go the most. When I pick a college, you'd best believe I'll be looking to California as my first choice.

Recently I was thinking about writing a story about a girl who moves to Kanab, Utah for the summer. As I was looking up information and photos about Kanab to help me visualize her new home, I started to feel intense yearning for the deserts of Utah. Remembering one street towns in the middle of nowhere, and dusty roadsides with a backdrop of rusty buttes and mesas, all I wanted was to be there again. The only thing that provided relief from this wanderlust was remembering that this summer I'll be heading out there with my school.

I guess all I want is to get out and explore. For now, I'd be happy if summer just came around faster.

L8r, Sk84,
Ella

Sunday, March 6, 2016

Itching for Summer


Bumpy ice skating and too-small skates--thanks, winter
This winter has been disastrous. In a state where we usually get a ton of snow, I'd say I've seen less than six inches total this winter. Currently, my backyard is a wasteland of mud and dead, yellowed grass, with a few spots of lingering ice. Temperatures have been fluctuating dramatically, from freezing cold to moderate to this week, when it's supposed to be in the forties and fifties.

Needless to say, I'm over winter. Pick up your things and leave, if you even came in the first place. All I want is heat and warmth and shorts and no more hats. Seriously. They don't do my hair any favors.

I'm really looking forward to summer, mainly because of swimming and short sleeves and no school (duh), but it's also worrying me a little, just because I have ABSOLUTELY NO PLANS WHATSOEVER. Last summer I had a full schedule, but this year I honestly don't know what the heck I'm going to do. Which is stressing me out, because there is nothing worse than a boring summer. To be honest, sometimes I'd rather be in school at least seeing my friends and doing activities than being alone at home for a month doing absolutely nothing.

One thing I am excited about is the end of the school year. After finals, the last ten days of classes aren't classes at all, but shortened days with two fun courses that range from jewelry making to songwriting to just exploring around town. It's also a time when teachers take students on trips to places like Greece and Spain. While I'm not going anywhere that extravagant, I am signed up to fly out to Utah to go hiking and volunteer at the Best Friends Animal Sanctuary for a week.

When I saw the flyers for this go up in ninth grade, I knew immediately I wanted to sign up. However, it's only open to sophomores and up, so now that I'm a tenth grader I'm eligible to go. I'll be going along with a few of my other friends, plus other girls from our grade. And I am SOOOO EXCITEDDDDD.

I've been getting serious wanderlust lately. It's a combination of thinking about where I'm going to go to college and just missing traveling, mixed in with frustration at the pitiful winter. At least I know in three months I'll be out in the Utah sunshine, cuddling with puppies and kittens. That offers some comfort.

L8r Sk8r,
Ella