franklin street summer nights

Just got back from another one of those perfect Franklin Street nights that make me remember why I love Chapel Hill so much!! Me and Jess and Katie spent like three hours just walking up and down the street, eating terrible pizza from Time Out (but honestly who cares when it’s $2 a slice) and people-watching from the benches outside Sutton’s. There’s something about summer nights when you’re broke college kids that just feels so FREE, you know?? Like we don’t have any money but we also don’t really need any money because we’re young and everything feels possible and dramatic.

franklin street summer nights

I called Mom when I got back to the dorm and she asked if I was eating enough vegetables (ummm no) and if I was being safe walking around at night (ummm mostly) and I could hear Dad in the background asking about my grades. And like, I miss them SO much but also there’s this part of me that’s like… this is exactly where I’m supposed to be right now?? Figuring out who I am when nobody’s watching, eating pizza at midnight, having deep conversations about absolutely nothing important.

Tomorrow I have my clinical rotation at 6 AM which means I should probably be sleeping right now instead of blogging but whatever. Some nights are too good not to document, even if they’re not Instagram-perfect or whatever. Just real life being beautiful in its own messy way.