What happened to summer? Summer used to be three precious, longed for, sought after months squashed between the end of one school year and the start of another. Summer meant sun, riding bikes, playing in the hose on the driveway, family vacation-all fun, no worries. This is ironic since, when summer was that way, I wasn't old enough to have any worries, or anything to take a break from for that matter.
The meaning of summer has transformed in the past few years of growing up. Yes, it is still three months separating one school year from the next, (in my case it is anyway...not sure what it will be once I no longer function on the academic calendar. That will be a post of it's own someday.) there is still sun and a sort of vacation. What is different is that summer now seems to mean putting my "life" on hold and by life I mean the social-hangout-fun-time of dorm life, late night projects and 8 am class. It means moving back to my hometown and living with my parents. This year summer meant moving away from the new home I created in my college town, separating myself from the people, places, routine of the past 9 months. Summer is now the time to make money so I can start all over again in the fall, spending my earnings on text books and art supplies.
Maybe summer is the same. It just seems different because now I am too.
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