Round Trip Roundup: JULY
The black car seat leather burns my thighs as I jump in to speed to my Pure Barre class. Hot air blasts my face, and I fumble with the buttons to find a radio station not playing commercials. They play the same five songs over and over again–it’s always Michael Jackson, Sheryl Crow or some old Lady Gaga song. Same ole, same ole I feel like I’ve been through this routine a million times this summer when in actuality it’s only been two months. Yeah, summer flies, but this one seems to trudge along, dragging its sweaty feet. The...