So this Monday is labor day, and it’s, so far, been a nice and relaxing weekend. It’s my first holiday (although pretty inconsequential) away from home, and I’m starting to feel a little homesick – not going to lie. My Michigan roots are subconsciously calling me.
My red and white plaid short-sleeved dress shirt is from Ben Sherman. My black denim shorts are Levi’s. My gray boat-shoes are Sperry’s.
Being so close to home, most people don’t realize what they have – even if it’s just an hour drive. Now that I’m a $500 flight away, it’s kind of a bigger deal. I know Labor Day doesn’t mean much, but I think Thanksgiving will really be hard – I’m ready to go home for Christmas! Ah well, instead, I reckon I’ll just take each day as it comes. 111 days until Santa sends me home.