Another summer passed. Hot, messy, short and sometimes annoying
summer. I remember when I was little and the summer holidays seemed never to
come to an end. And when they did, I was already excited about going back to
school. Things changed, time gets crueler and crueler as you grow up, for some
reason.
I remember the summers when I was still at uni. Going to bed at 6 am and
not waking up before 2pm, talking to wonderful people and not worrying about a
thing. Certainly had their charm, I would go back to that anytime.
This summer is the first one I’m experiencing since I’ve got a job. I
didn’t really enjoy it, going to work in the summer should be frowned upon. Also,
first summer in many years that I didn’t get the chance to see the seaside. It
feels odd.
My past 3 summers always ended in tears. Autumn equaled departure. His
departure, again and again. I never looked forward to autumn all this time.
Now, there’s no departure. But the routine I’ve been stuck with for
these past few months is annoying. I want to believe this autumn will come with
change, good change.
Until then, goodbye summer! I will miss you and your 45C!