I’m always excited about another football season and a fresh semester of classes but the end of summer has always been sad for me.
This summer was especially upsetting when I realized I would never again have lazy summer days. Those childhood days of beach trips and bookmobiles are already too soon farther from my memory.
I think I even look better in the summer. Nothing is better than the first day you come home from the beach. The tanning bed can’t give you that bronze glow you get from the perfect mixture of sand, salt and sun.
I love coming home with a tan and highlights in my hair wearing my khaki shorts and white tank top. Nothing sounds better.
The very best days start off when you wake up and put on your bathing suit. You don’t shower or get dressed you just grab your bathing suit and a beach bag and walk out the door.
It’s depressing to realize summer will soon no longer be a time of relaxation. Yes, you’ll still have vacations you’ll vigilantly plan. But it’s a sad realization that you’ll never again have those mornings where you wake up with absolutely nothing to do. And you spend the whole day outside till dark.
Last summer was my very last summer just having a part-time summer job. I lived a summer of luxury. I worked just enough to go to the beach almost every week. It was fantastic and I can’t believe didn’t cherish it enough.
Although I know now, that I wouldn’t have treated it any differently, I wish I could have cherished it more.
Don’t get me wrong though. It’s not that I wish to be lazy and sleep all day. I think it’s the lack of responsibility I miss.
Change is good. If we didn’t go back to classes in the fall, summertime wouldn’t be of such value and I’m usually ready for a little stimulation, but that final day of summer will always be sad to me.
