I am really looking forward to about nine weeks from now, when alls y’all will suddenly be cursed with an outpouring of photos and ancedotes from Rome and Berkeley and London.
And the roughly five million snapchats that prove I should never be left in a museum unattended.
And every single post I’ve liked since March in that vague sort of I-want-to-address-this-with-more-than-an-untagged-reblog-later kind of way.
Because there’s a lot of those.
And maybe I’ll even have a queue set up.
And this quiet person who mostly just likes and posts twice a week is suddenly going to morph back into this chatty fucker who sends too many messages and wants to get to know all of you better and argue about posts and show you pictures of her cats/interesting local trees.
And for those of you who’ve only followed me during this rather academic period of my life wherein I have been mostly distracted from this glorious internet of things: I am so sorry.
