Graduated.

Welp, I did it. Four years of college, and I've learned more about living than you'd think could fit into a life time.

But I still feel like I'm five years old.

My family came to visit this weekend to celebrate with me. When I drove away from my mom and dad after a mother's day breakfast, I cried. Despite my best efforts to be cool, I drove myself to church, sat in a corner, and cried.

So now, here I am. It's Monday. I've been sitting in a coffee shop for five hours now, next to the sunshine and an open window, alternating between planning a tropical vacation and writing this blog.

So. In the process I've finally resolved to do something. While I'm waiting on job things and adventures to begin, I'm going to blog again. So here we are. I'm blogging again for a few reasons. First, to keep myself from wallowing in the post-graduate depression that I feel creeping in, ever so slightly, and also because I need a continual reminder that I have something to look forward to. I need to convince and remind myself that ordinary life can be just as beautiful as an exotic adventure if I let it. I believe it to be true, but I need to live it.

So, I'm still the Spanish Romper that I was 12 months ago. I decided to leave the blog name, mostly because it's representative of adventure--whether here or abroad somewhere. So, here's to a summer and a life of adventure, no matter where on the earth I am. And here's to kicking down this door and intentionally starting my life, rather than just letting it happen to me.

And finally, here's to setting the creeping post-graduate depression on fire. I'm way too alive to be hopeless.

thanks for reading. i'll be back soon.

love sincerely,

iva brooke.

ps. Sorry for all of my run-on sentences. I promise that I am an all-A college grad.