For Father's Day, my family went to the beach for the first time this summer. It was the perfect day--not too hot, not a cloud in the sky, public school kids still in school--so not too crowded. Perfect. We went to Surf Taco for lunch as we always do (it's a highlight of the Jersey Shore--best Mexican food you'll ever have, I promise) and Strollo's for Italian Ice afterward. But the highlight of my day wasn't the beach.
When we headed home in the late afternoon, I took off again to spend dinner at my friend and future roommate's house. There are four Jefferson Scholars in the Class of 2018 from NJ, and so the four of us met up for a night of catching up and getting to know each other better.
I wish I could put into words how I feel about these friends or how I feel about Virginia or how the rest of my life has been forever changed by what I'm receiving at all levels--emotional, physical, and mental--from the Jefferson Scholars Foundation, but I can't. Words are the means by which I've always expressed myself and yet for the first time in my life I find myself at a loss for how to describe something. I guess that speaks volumes about what I feel for this place and these people. The girl who uses words to capture her emotions can't find the ones to accurately capture this feeling. I've talked to you so much about Virginia at this point so I'll end there. You're probably tired of hearing me go on and on about it but I haven't tired and won't tire for the rest of my life. I've included a picture of the four of us below... sorry about the quality :)