I’m usually so excited when the seasons turnover, but this year, I’m having an overwhelming amount of trouble letting go of summer. Maybe it’s because it has been one of the best summers I’ve had in years. I remember when I was a kid, having idyllic summers, rip-roaring around the neighborhood on my scooter, with all of my best friends. I was probably in 5th grade and didn’t have a care in the world. We would play basketball all day at the Boys and Girls Club, rollerblade in the park, and then end up in someone’s backyard eating cheeseburgers for dinner. I think what I found most exciting about it, was having the time to spend with all of my favorite people doing my favorite activities.
This summer, I got to see my best friends so much. We had a friends wedding in Mexico, followed by my bachelorette party in Temecula, bridal shower in LA, and then of course, my wedding in Italy. Sure, we were doing fancy, grown up things, like wine tasting and jumping on airplanes, but I had the same joy that I did when I was a kid. But whose to say all of those fun moments have to be reserved for summer anyway? Why should the spontaneous adventures, cross-country road trips, and nights spent dinning al fresco, on a picnic blanket in a field of poppies, be reserved for summer? Summer is synonymous with fun and freedom, but I don’t see why we can’t make fall, winter and spring just as exciting.
Thanks so much for stopping by!
Share this post