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Summer makes me nostalgic. Every other time of the year is just mundane to me - I go to work, I go to classes, I do my homework and I do my housework. However, summer is a wonderful time, a mystical time where anything can happen, and it often does. Unexpected things always crop up.
I spend a lot of time wishing I could go back to being a teenager, when I had some of the best summers of my life. I loved the twists and turns that happened, the times my mom would loosen up her usually strict rules and I'd get to do things I didn't normally do. Like the time my mom let me spend an entire week at my best friend Erin's house, because we were both doing our Counselor in Training day camp week at Camp Talooli, and she didn't want to drive me if Erin's dad was already driving her. (Erin used to live across the lake from me, a 15 minute bike ride (if that) away.) Or the time my mom decided it was okay if the kids across the street from us set up their tents in our backyard for a campout. I also remember going out on the lake in a rowboat with my neighbor, Joan, and she'd tell me about her family and her kids while we rowed around the lake.
I miss the spontaneity of summertime. Oh, some of it still manages to creep in, like when Amanda and I took some random car rides around town last summer, or when I managed to get into The Sound of Music in 2006. For the most part, though, my summers have been as predictable as the rest of the year. It drives me crazy. I take a summer class, I find a job to fill the time between the end of May and the end of August. I petsit the Pomeranians in late July. In early August, we go to Lake Luzerne for Bryan's parents' birthdays and their wedding anniversary. It's been like this the last two summers we spent together. I know this summer's going to be different, but I wish it had the spontaneity of summers past. I want to pack up and go somewhere random. I want to spend a week with a friend. I want to lose myself in the woods, lose myself in the music I love, and just recharge and destress.
I doubt it's going to happen this summer, though.
I spend a lot of time wishing I could go back to being a teenager, when I had some of the best summers of my life. I loved the twists and turns that happened, the times my mom would loosen up her usually strict rules and I'd get to do things I didn't normally do. Like the time my mom let me spend an entire week at my best friend Erin's house, because we were both doing our Counselor in Training day camp week at Camp Talooli, and she didn't want to drive me if Erin's dad was already driving her. (Erin used to live across the lake from me, a 15 minute bike ride (if that) away.) Or the time my mom decided it was okay if the kids across the street from us set up their tents in our backyard for a campout. I also remember going out on the lake in a rowboat with my neighbor, Joan, and she'd tell me about her family and her kids while we rowed around the lake.
I miss the spontaneity of summertime. Oh, some of it still manages to creep in, like when Amanda and I took some random car rides around town last summer, or when I managed to get into The Sound of Music in 2006. For the most part, though, my summers have been as predictable as the rest of the year. It drives me crazy. I take a summer class, I find a job to fill the time between the end of May and the end of August. I petsit the Pomeranians in late July. In early August, we go to Lake Luzerne for Bryan's parents' birthdays and their wedding anniversary. It's been like this the last two summers we spent together. I know this summer's going to be different, but I wish it had the spontaneity of summers past. I want to pack up and go somewhere random. I want to spend a week with a friend. I want to lose myself in the woods, lose myself in the music I love, and just recharge and destress.
I doubt it's going to happen this summer, though.
