There’s very little excitement that comes with summer as you get older. You wait all year for the weather to turn warmer only to still be inside Monday through Friday from 9 to 5. You wish days away, fight for weekends, manage your paid time off for a little freedom – but it just isn’t the same.
As you grow up, there are far less rowdy summer adventures. It’s hard to see your friends as you all grow apart and move away. There are more responsibilities and just less time.
All that on top of a global pandemic – this summer is kind of a bust.
We had so many weddings that we planned to go to this summer and all but one was rescheduled. All of our trips were pushed back. And we’ve held back on planning anything since the world is so uncertain right now. I have some plans for July laid out, but it feels like that will be the only part of summer we’ll be able to enjoy before there’s another shutdown again. (I’m a strong believer in the second wave).
I used to love summer. I’m thrilled beyond belief that it’s not cold out anymore, but I don’t feel like I even get to enjoy it.