A Tahoe 4th of July

I hope everyone is lucky enough to have friends like these in their lives. The kind who may not live in the same city as you, but when you all get together, it's like no time has passed. The kind who are family. A lot has gone on since I arrived back in Tahoe, and I've found myself wanting to just live it, not share it. But this 4th of July weekend deserved to be memorialized. 

So far this summer has been a lesson in rolling with the punches. It is rare for a plan to unfold just as you had expected. I came back to Tahoe to go to school, but on my first day of class, I found a note on the door that my graphic design course had been cancelled due to low enrollment. 

I decided to look for a job instead, and just a few short hours ago I accepted the position of News Editor at the Tahoe Daily Tribune. It is just the sort of position I was hoping to find after summer school. So maybe things didn't go exactly as I'd planned, but they turned out pretty damn well. I've still got a week or so left of funemployment, so if you'll excuse me, the lake is calling my name.