Tomorrow is my eighteenth birthday. Legal, man.
Oh my gosh so last night, I spent a few hours with a friend, Jon Lane, and we drove around these back roads really fast. We talked about college and feelings and church communities and soup. Then, we climbed up on top of a grain silo and looked at the whole of rural Vincennes. Then, we picked a watermelon fresh off the vine, took it into the barn, and he cut it open with his pocket knife. It was the best watermelon ever. Then, he let me climb into his new tractor, and he explained everything. Then, he let me get into his semi truck, and it was really cool! We walked around some more, and then we both went home. It was so exciting, but at the same time, relaxing.
The marvelous people of Bloomington, Indiana.—
The beautiful people of Bloomington, Indiana.—