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The time has come for me to return to the world of the working. I didn't miss it all that much. I missed getting paid, but not the working part. In all actuality though, I am glad to be going back. I need to feel productive and useful. I need to get things paid off.

Going back to the restaurant feels like going back to school after summer break. You wonder who's gonna be there, who moved, who's new, how much did you really forget (which is surprisingly not that much at all when your fingers start moving across the computer screen). I love the drive next to the ocean, crossing the bridges. I will pick out my favorite bar stool and claim it as my own. I will vow not to eat so many quesadillas. I give it a week before the charm wears off and I am cursing people under my breath!!

So here begins my summer.

26 days until my birthday! (For those who were wondering)