The weather smells like spring, so much so that it almost made me cry as I went trekking to Whole Foods. I'm never again going to be at Mason when this type of weather hits, when the skirts come out and the boys go shirtless. It hurts a little inside, I'll never sit outside the Johnson Center with Omar and peoplewatch. Its enough to make a boy tear up, I tell ya.

My life is very different now, and will be very different next year. And the one after that. But, it'll also be the same. And that makes me smile. And cry.

I'm happy inside, I hope ya'll are, too.

PS: Pics from Hawaii are comin', I promise.