When I was younger, I would never admit it, but I looked forward to those final days of summer. I couldn’t wait for school to start. I remember running up and down the aisles of Office Depot in search of the perfect three-ring binder, dozens of mechanical pencils, that one ink pen that would glide across pages with ease and of course notebooks. Yes, I was that nerdy child that had all the tabs in my binder labeled by hour and the first week of outfits planned in the middle of July. I miss her. As the years have gone by I’ve lost touch with her.
September is getting closer everyday and two suitcases lay on my bedroom floor. Empty. I just want to savor every last minute of summer: spending my days poolside with an iced coffee in hand, looking at my feet and seeing flip flops and toe rings and not nylons and heels, and getting in cars with friends and just driving for the sake of driving. Maybe I feel that beginning to pack those suitcases is a type a surrender, an acknowledgment that this freedom isn’t permanent. That like all good things, it has an end.
When I get like this I have to remind myself that if life were one perpetual lazy summer, we would tire of it and grow bored. To that I say ” I grew up in Southern California where it is forever summer!” Haha.
On a more serious note, I accept that moving on and letting go is a part of life. We have to enjoy the moments while we have them and make memories while we can. Time stands still for no one. Carpe Diem!