Somehow I just got a huge whiff of suntan lotion. Summer. Beach. Salty air.
It’s been over a year since I visited my home town. I haven’t felt much drive to go back other than to show Jake my childhood before it disappears. But right now, that smell, I want it more than anything. The comfort of my parents home. The security. The lack of stress and worry.
Being a grown up is rough. Being a grown up you’re not currently proud to be, it’s even tougher.
I need something good to come my way. I need a job and a direction. I need to shed this disgusting 20 pounds and feel pretty again.
The smell faded as quickly as it came. This is my cry to the universe. Throw me a bone.