things i've learned this summer:

ducks like to have their feet wet. i can no longer bike up large hills. i can wake up at eight and drive away at eight oh five. waterfowl are messy, but not as messy as seagulls, which are not as messy as raccoons. nothing is messier than opossums. related: seagulls smell bad, but not as bad as raccoons. nothing smells worse than opossums. i can stand on my head (but barely). baby chicks tend to die with their eyes open. traffic school is inane. a mother duck will bite to protect her babies, but will leave them willingly if tempted with a plate of kale. noodles do not do well in the crockpot. cardboard does not do well in the broiler. the fire extinguisher is under the sink. fawns like bananas. opossoms like ratguts. mealworms like sweetpotatoes and oatmeal. i can match pitch perfectly, but only when i'm Om-ing. i still can't sing. soup is good. yoga is harder than kickboxing. baby opossums bite harder than mother ducks. my boss's sister-in-law is my grandmother's hairdresser. my sister's boyfriend's brother was my camp counselor when i was ten. my mother's best friend used to work at the restaraunt owned by my coworker's next-door neighbor. nika worked at a restaraunt owned by the family of a thirdgrade classmate. my dentist's nurse went to highschool with me. my gynocologist's nurse went to highschool with my mother. this town is far, far, far too small. i will miss it dearly when i leave. i want to leave. i could live without him, but i don't want to. i could be a graphic designer, but i don't want to. i might never figure it all out.
and that's okay.