So, if you are familiar with my life at all, you know that I have experienced some changes over the last year. For example, I've had to buy some new pants. Actually, new shorts if you want to be specific. It's because my favorite grey shorts (also known as the greytest shorts of all time) ripped. In a big way. Like, an into-the-trash-goodbye-forever kind of way. Not even going to lie, I cried about it. I bought those shorts the summer before freshman year at AU, and wore them probably three times a week any time it was warm enough outside. They fit PERFECTLY through semesters and summers, mission trips and vacations, bike rides and hikes. Seriously, the best shorts ever. If I could have incorporated them into a quilt or something I so would've. I share many many memories with those shorts! We were friends. (Just kidding! ...sort of.) I was in denial when they started to wear out a little, until it happened. I was doing a very normal activity at the b
...or at least a shiny grey.