In the middle of May I was in hysterics and I quickly slid into a mild depression that lasted for most of June. But about a month ago I decided that I couldn’t go on gliding through my life like a zombie and so I picked myself up and checked over the bruises. The verdict: no permanent damage done. And so here I am in July and I’ve reclaimed a peace I thought I had to search for, only to find that it was here all along. I could not be more excited for this cross country getaway; a treat for enduring these long, hellish summer months. In 24 hours, I will be at the heart of it all. My college stomping grounds. But I’m stronger now and all that’s left for me to do is to set myself free from the past and live in the present. I’m ready.