blackberry melon something or other

​Or daydrinking for beginners.

We went for groceries today because we are high-functioning adults and our fridge only had brussel sprouts of all things. And because it is the height of summer, lots of fruit was cheap and in season. So I couldn’t resist the call of plump, juicy blackberries or the delicious sweet scent of perfectly ripe melon. I mean, how much more summer can you get? But of course, once we were home and had to breakdown the melon for storing, I thought, “WHO NEEDS THIS MUCH MELON THIS IS SO MUCH MELON.”

The solution was clear and alcohol based.

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at the end of things

It’s hard to know where to begin. So I suppose I might as well begin at the end of one of the most glorious, self-affirming, optimistic, exciting, emotionally draining, and cathartic weeks of my life. With the last and possibly most anticipated, most dreaded, and most important conversation of all.

You know. The one where I told my mother that I wasn’t going to be a doctor anymore.​

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