I don’t know what it is about this summer, but it’s kicked my ass. And, it’s over. I know it’s still August, but, for the first time since before I went far, far away to that Kosovo place, I’ll be a college student. Starting on Monday. At 4 pm. Yes, I’m only taking one class, but still. I’m scared. Terrified, actually because what if all the 18 and 19 year olds give me dirty looks and laugh at me because I’m so old? Or, what if they all like me and then expect me to buy them beer? The possibilities for humiliation are endless.
But about this summer. It’s over. As much as I bitch and moan about the heat and hot and the stupid 100 degree days Richmond keeps throwing at me, I’m not thrilled to see the summer go. It’s just been so different from last summer. Last summer I did vaction-like things. I went to the river almost every single weekend. And yet this summer? I have yet to go to the river. What’s worse, is that I have no excuse as to why I didn’t go to the river because I do remember having all sorts of free days this summer, it’s just that instead of spending my summer days doing stuff, I took naps instead. Which leads me to believe I am old and crotchety and boring.
For whatever reason this summer has made me very, very tired. I’m not sure if it’s the job, which has taken away many weekends from me, or if it’s the heat, or if it’s the way I stress myself out over silly things, or what. But, I’m just so sleepy. So sleepy, in fact, that I have come very close to checking out of work early, just so I could nap every day this week. But, in true me form, instead of actually taking a nap, I just talked about taking a nap, which, in retrospect, seems pretty counter-productive to me now, seeing as talking about taking a nap only resulted in me feeling more tired.
Maybe it’s that I’ve been thinking about summers past lately due to the visit of my long lost best friend. We had crazy adventures. And now, maybe I’m an adult or something silly like that and summers just aren’t what they used to be. Which I’m not okay with. Isn’t it strange that we spend the first few decades of our lives anticipating summer and wishing for summer and longing for summer and then all of a sudden, it’s taken from us by jobs and commitments and, ugh, responsibilities. Seems cruel and unsual if you ask me.
I just can’t let this summer slip away completely without doing something or going somewhere that involves an airplane not controlled by the Air Force. I can’t let it happen because if it happens now, when I’m only 25, imagine how boring I’ll be by 30. So, the husband and I are going to San Francisco for Labor Day weekend. And you can bet your buttons I won’t be sleeping.
(Tips on what to see, do and eat would be muchly appreciated!)