The American Eagle

Wow. Today was fun. It was the Fourth of July. Now it's the fifth. America's annual hungover day.


This whole day was about enjoying our fine country. But this year, it meant so much more because I'm literally leaving today for Europe. I'm leaving the country I celebrated probably a little too much yesterday. All I could think about as the USA chants got louder and louder was that this is my goodbye. And a sweet one it was.

The fireworks were unreal- I saw them from a rooftop (pic below). The food was great. My company rocked. I just could not have asked for anything better. My friend Dan even got on the Snapchat Fourth of July story. Literally millions of people worldwide watched him. He was the first video! He said something along the lines of "Happy 4th from Boston, the place where the revolution began." I took a picture with him in case he gets famous. We will never let him live down his 6 seconds of fame.

So yeah, this picture rocks. You see beautiful Boston, my home, with the prudential center (the pru) on the right. It was lit up patriotic colors! Then I managed to get fireworks in the shot too. I tried not to be on my phone too much during the fireworks because I really enjoy watching them. Nothing beats Disneyworld fireworks. That's all I'm saying. However, it was pretty magical last night.

I actually got reminded yesterday by my mother that I was afraid of fireworks as a child. Same with thunder and lightning. I got over it when I went to sleep away camp in the forest and felt in danger every time there was a bit of a storm. Loud noises weren't my thing...


Anyway, I said some hard goodbyes this week. Today I'm going to have to say bye to some of my best friends. First we're ordering brunch from one of my favorite little restaurants, Trident. One of the worst goodbyes was this morning. I cried inside as I said bye to my pillow. That thing has been through a lot with me. Not sorry that it is one of my favorite possessions. I took a picture, so I can remember it abroad as I look through pictures on my phone. I'm unique.

Ugh looking through all the moments from yesterday, I was so basic. So American girl. But not as crazy as my friend who impulse-bought 90 fortune cookies because she wanted some. I can't even begin to say how weird it was when a little Asian guy showed up with almost a hundred fortune cookies. No shame.

 No ragrets. None.

OMG. I gotta share this moment. So my anthem for the summer has been a song called Cheerleader. Whenever it comes on, I stop everything I was doing and dance/sing. It's great. Yesterday I was at a gathering and the song came on. It was my last chance with my friends to go all out. And we did. As soon as it turned on my friends (and random people) started shouting my name and motioning for me to come dance. I was popular for that one moment. Life rocks so hard. It's the little things.

For now I'm going to go reminisce a little more, brush my hair, and scrub off my USA tats.  I'd probably get a few comments if I went to Europe and still had my stars and stripes. I don't want to be the token American. But, we all know, I probably will be.


At least I decided against bringing a selfie stick. Hard life decision.

peace.love.meep
-amyjoy