La gringa chilena

Dear Summertime, I love you. I love you on my bike rides that make me feel like I'm far away but close to home. I like the fact that I can get somewhere using my legs like I used to. The man on the corner yells that my bike is too yellow! and to that I say, thank you, because I love how it matches with my pineapple backpack which is just missing flamingos and cherries to complete that whole summer aesthetic. I love you for how you make me feel, like I'm awake, ducking under overgrown trees and stepping on the cracks in the road in shorts and sandals. I don't think I even mind the way my shirt sticks to my back after just a minute of being out of reach of air conditioning, feeling real heat. It's safer in the light, it's even safe enough to wear pigtails and look 17 and feel it too. I love my Springfield summers. I love it for the fireflies that bring light when the sun is done for the day even though I'm too afraid to catch you anymore. I don't think I s

I've been out of town. In the mountains. I'd rather not bore you with the details, and I know you appreciate it. I must admit, but I won't, that I just bought the access code, and that this class wasn't part of what I envisioned for my summer. Would you believe me if I said I'll catch up? I guess what I'm trying to tell you is that I'm going on vacation and I don't have time to study the difference between theatre and theater. I have no interest in what is going on in Broadway's backstage. But what I will actually say is that I've been going through a "tough time", code for too sad to eat, sleep, etc. I am going to Chile, and secretly hope that you take into account the time it takes to pack, stress, and run errands before said trip. In an effort to get you to see how seriously I take this class, I will mention that this is my last class to graduate and with that, I will hopefully scrape up enough points to get by. I hope that doesn