Anna and the French Kiss

Because I was right. For the two of us, home isn’t a place. It’s a person.
And we’re finally home

And I realize ... it’s okay. It’s okay if St. Clair and I never become more than friends. His friendship alone has strengthened me in a way that no one else’s ever has. He swept me from my room and showed me independence. In other words, he was exactly what I needed. I won’t forget it. And I certainly don’t want to lose it

I want my mom.The thought shames me. Eighteen-year-olds shouldn’t need their mother

Breathe. One thing at a time

We’re waiting for La Vie to begin. Last week we learned about the importance of eating locally grown food, and before that, how to write a college application essay.Who knows what they’ll drag out today?

I’m still the new girl. I’m still alone

and—oh, dear God—the curve of his lips.

can he not notice his leg is touching my leg?

d we’ll talk about everything BUT our parents . . . or perhaps we won’t talk at all. We’ll just walk. And we’ll keep walking until the rest of the world ceases to exist.

Because I was right. For the two of us, home isn’t a place. It’s a person.

And we’re finally home.