Summer’s Over But Life Begins Again

Summer has always been my favorite time of year. Sunshine basked skies, late nights spent on patios, delicious food and beautiful weather. These four things alone get me through the long, dreary winters.

Frequent trips to the zoo, carnival shenanigans, and marathon book sessions are what made my summers and childhood memorable. Unless you’re a teacher, summer vacations like this rarely come along anymore. August meant turning tomatoes into sauce. It also meant that the lazy days of summer were escaping us. Summer is fleeting when you don’t want it to end.
The scrapes on my knees are scars from summers spent rollerblading through my neighbourhood. I would give anything to have these days back. At the age of 24, I couldn’t Rollerblade if my life depended on it. Most of all, I miss the carefree world I was brought up in. Parents will always protect you from the harsh realities that adults face. They will never be concerned with buying a house, a car or living out their dreams while trying to make ends meet. The world is a rose coloured bowl of innocence when you are young.

Summer also excited me for one reason: Fall. I still remember the excitement leading up to the beginning of another school year. Clean slates are invigorating — they challenge you to achieve new goals, travel further than you ever have and they challenge you to learn more than you did yesterday. Five years after finishing my education, I still look forward to September. Fall represents the unofficial beginning of a new life. Long, enduring summer vacations do not exist anymore but I get to reinvent myself every September.

Fall is cozy sweaters, hot chocolate and new beginnings. Why should anyone not love September?