2 Weeks With Indi

Let's face it, I've been lazily putting off writing this post for several days (I've been eagerly drowning in satellite television, thanks). I flew into Chicago on Saturday night and we drove to my dad's house in Indi at about 2 a.m. Sunday morning. I visit two to three times a year and I'd only been up once so far this year. Although I had thought work and my summer course would keep me away from my love (Indiana) this summer, I jumped at the chance for just 2 weeks here. Sure, did it involve me flying alone for the first time ever? Yes, but I was willing to finally conquer flying by myself and here I am.

Everyone always asks what I do while I'm up here. Welp, stay up really late, sleep, watch TV, read if I'm feeling especially energized, hang out with my family a lot of the time (dad, step mom, step sister, aunt, uncle, grandparents, etc.), take motorcycle rides, swim (also known as get sunburnt), shop, eat amazing food, take pictures, and the like.
I honestly love it here, even though I think I brought the heat and humidity of VA with me this time. It's not usually this insane hot here. Really? Corn fields just make me oddly happy. There's no other way to explain it and it's so weird. I think it's really beautiful here, but that's me. Two weeks will go by quickly and then work and then school...I'm soaking up every minute of this!

Our Pretty Instagrammed Lives

I've noticed, in general, especially in the blogosphere, people have a tendency to only display what they want people to see: the beautiful, the glamorous, the happy, and the exciting stuff. Instagram is full of it, even my own profile. Facebook is the same way, except people can add a lot more. I'll go a whole week without posting anything on instagram (sometimes Facebook) simply because nothing "exciting and photo-worthy" or beautiful or funny has happened. I don't take pictures of my work uniform or myself before I've showered or the mess in my car (things in there include, but are not limited to: a frappuccino cup, mason jar, coloring pictures, school books that the school wouldn't buy back, etc.) or things that I consider "piddly."  Because, let's face it, my life isn't all that exciting generally. My time consists of working, sleeping, and reading (my friends/followers/readers can only withstand so many pictures of books before they just fall asleep). Now, I'll admit that I love seeing pretty pictures on Instagram instead of those low quality photos of boring stuff, but simplicity is beautiful too. This week I'm kind of challenging myself to Instagram my "not so perfect" life. If you'd like to join, I'd encourage you to do so, on whatever social media outlet you'd like (I'm using the hashtag "mynotsoperfectlife"). I just want to show people that everyone, including myself, isn't perfect. Nobody has it all together.
Maybe you're asking what isn't perfect about Starbucks and books? Well, I've been procrastinating reading a lot lately. I just don't make it a priority and I get busy on my laptop or watching movies. Normally, by this point in the summer, I'd have read a handful of books, but I haven't even gotten through one I don't think. I also have a slight addiction to Starbucks (I'm trying to limit myself to 2 a week). This summer hasn't been very productive on my part, yet school starts again in a little over a month...