I like a quiet life. Really, I do.

My ideal Friday night? Curled up with a book, incredibly long movie, or fabulous playlist. A new case of Diet Mountian Dew, maybe some pizza, nachos preferred. My dogs, my favorite Ramones shirt… Etc.

I don’t remember the last Friday night I spent at home. I’ve been dragging myself up and down the east coast for the past few weeks. Though I’ve thoroughly enjoyed the travels… I’m exhausted.

This is probably the last Friday of summer vacation I’ll have to my own devices. I’m planning another beach excursion… And after that?

Move-in weekend.

… Cringe.

Within the next couple weeks, college students nationwide will be cramming dorm rooms full of “essentials.”

My must haves? A vintage armchair, Persian rug, six-month’s supply of Clorox wipes, and possibly a fish.

… I’m shaky thinking about move-in day. So I think I owe myself a low-key Friday night.