Growing up, the first day of school was always a HUGE deal. I would spend hours the night before painstakingly picking out the perfect outfit and packing my backpack. Then in the morning, my mom would make Potato Pancakes and take our picture on the front step before we headed out. My brother and I walked the three blocks to school together for many years, mostly in silence because we were so tired. But those were some of my favorite moments. Just walking quietly side by side.
Today is the first day of my semester. And while there is not quite as much pomp and circumstance, I still can’t help but feel a bit excited. Sure, it means a whole lot of work and stress, but it also means new friendships, skills, and opportunities. I can’t wait to see what the next four months hold, and I’m thankful you, sweet readers, are along for the ride. Have a good one!