Part Two: Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Being 17 (Again)

In January’s “part-one” post, I whined about my inability to weather, ungrudgingly, the droning New England winter and lackluster early-spring months that follow.

I then promised a “part two” post in which I’d divvy out some tips on how to make the best of this in-between time. And, although I've spent the last month trying in vain to unearth these seemingly impossible methods, I've got, well, nothing.

Time to Improvise

Coincidentally, I Snapchatted
this picture of Lena. 

I’ll spare you from elaborating on any of the, ahem, “exciting” activities I've tried to bide my time with, such as forcibly acquiring a new taste for aged scotch, sending out massive amounts of mindless “Snapchats,” or watching episodes of HBO’s GIRLS and feeling better about myself because I am NOT Lena Dunham.

What I will share is an uplifting story about the highlight of my January/February: a snowboarding trip up to Vermont with three teenage, I’m talking 16 and 17 year-old, boys.