Back in May, my friend Emma and I sat on her front porch and did something very important: We wrote out our summer bucket lists.
That, apparently, was more than three months ago. I am unsure how that happened.
Sept. 1 typically leaves me feeling a little melancholy. I love summer, and not just the obvious things that everyone loves about it. Yes, swimming is delightful, as are a post-9 p.m. sunset, boats, and cooking wiener-shaped meats over a fire. But even that oppressive heat that makes you feel faint–I love it. That rush of thick air that hits you when you slide into a car that has been parked in the sun for eight hours–I love it.
So yeah. I’m bummed today.
Ever the optimist, I’m reminding myself why I shouldn’t be bummed. Here are things I have to look forward to over the coming month:
- September fashion issues! Those impossibly thick magazines are my favorite of the year.
- So many wonderful to-dos this month. Seriously, September is going to be the month of No Rest: Next weekend, my husband and I are doing a mini weekend getaway in Michigan.
- The following weekend, a dear friend I haven’t seen in 3 1/2 years is coming to visit.
- The next weekend, my parents are visiting for my dad’s 60th birthday.
- Then October will bring with it an extra long weekend family vacation to DC with my in-laws, another visit with a darling friend, and a murder mystery dinner.
I won’t get much sleep, sure. But it should be a good month and a half for making this soul feel loved.
I’ll conclude with my favoritest end-of-summer song.
The summer’s over. This town is closing. They’re waving people out of the ocean. We have the feeling like we were floating. We never noticed where time was going.