today’s wordle got the webkinz girlies yearning for the mines 💎 🐶

I’m going home for the first time since moving for my first full time job. Is it even going home anymore? And yet my apartment here, across the country, also doesn’t have the permanence of home. How can I be a tourist in the place I grew up, and in the place I live now? What part of growing up is this? Can I go back?

The cast of hamilton in mourning black, and the king in red? Cmon, the political analysis writes itself.

Listening to Reputation after a 3 year hiatus to avoid the stolen music has me feeling all the feels right now. How on earth did you go from “please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh I’d recognize anywhere” to “dancing phantoms on the terrace are they secondhand embarrassed that I can’t get out of bed bc something counterfeit’s dead”

It’s the way it probably would have been harder to Taylor to re-record rep than if she’d had to re-record lover. Rep is such a “we just started this relationship but I already know that I love you, and my reputation is destroyed but because of you im full of hope” album. And how could you possibly try to feel those emotions again.

Today I stood outside after it rained, and carefully tied my growing tomato plants to the next level of the tomato cage. I could smell the tomato plant, and it put me back in my mother’s garden, picking cherry tomatoes, and eating more than I put in the basket. I had some music playing, and suddenly, in the humidity, I was 7 years old, watching girls do backflips during our school’s summer fun program. Despite all my years since, and all the times I’ve heard it, in moments like this mamma mia still brings me right back to when they let us run around the school, before they made rules about signing in and out. I’ve never been able to do a backflip, but watching them flip around in the dimly lit music room, in the heat of summer, the first time I ever heard mamma mia and thought *this is a great song*, I don’t need to. I’m there, I’m 7. I smell the tomatoes and hear the music. Mom, I’m coming home.

I am the luckiest person ever. I am so loved! I’m starting my first real job tomorrow, and I’ve heard from so many people, so many relatives and friends. It’s so overwhelming and yet all I can think about is how I am so, so loved. How did I get this lucky?

So turns out the song I keep hearing in TikToks is Apple by Charli xcx, and not a sequel to Rotten to the Core from the new Descendants movie 😭 🍏 coulda fooled me 🤷‍♀️