Summertime.
My very best summers happened in the early 2000's. Especially 2002. The summer of 2002 was the summer after my freshmen year in college. (And, coincidentally, the summer right before I started this blog.) Candice, Kay, and I moved into our apartment on Henry Street, BJ and I were each taking fun summer classes and got to see each other a lot, and I started work at the Bancroft.
I've thought about this a lot, and it's pretty clear to me that even if the summer of 2002 wasn't perfect, it was probably the happiest I've ever been.
Most likely because a lot of good things in my life (friendships, relationship) got better, and some of the less comfortable ones (living in a dorm) changed. And I had this incredible feeling of independence. My own room in an apartment. My own job, so that I didn't have to rely on my dad for everything I needed.
Summers have always had lots of potential. In past years, even though money has always been harder to come by in the summer, I've managed to get work done and to take more time to run and hang out with friends and loved ones.
Summer is supposed to be relaxing. Liberating.
And I hope this next one will be. I hope in the next few months I can start to think less about ice packs and ibuprofen, and start to walk around more freely. I would love to be able to work out again by the end of summer. I'd also like to move. I could use a cheaper place, and a chance to clear out some of the stuff that's been accumulating in my closet for the past few years.
But mostly I would like the freedom to feel like I felt in 2002. I would like to have my friends back. And the younger joy that it was so easy to feel back then.
I would like to have all of that back.
My very best summers happened in the early 2000's. Especially 2002. The summer of 2002 was the summer after my freshmen year in college. (And, coincidentally, the summer right before I started this blog.) Candice, Kay, and I moved into our apartment on Henry Street, BJ and I were each taking fun summer classes and got to see each other a lot, and I started work at the Bancroft.
I've thought about this a lot, and it's pretty clear to me that even if the summer of 2002 wasn't perfect, it was probably the happiest I've ever been.
Most likely because a lot of good things in my life (friendships, relationship) got better, and some of the less comfortable ones (living in a dorm) changed. And I had this incredible feeling of independence. My own room in an apartment. My own job, so that I didn't have to rely on my dad for everything I needed.
Summers have always had lots of potential. In past years, even though money has always been harder to come by in the summer, I've managed to get work done and to take more time to run and hang out with friends and loved ones.
Summer is supposed to be relaxing. Liberating.
And I hope this next one will be. I hope in the next few months I can start to think less about ice packs and ibuprofen, and start to walk around more freely. I would love to be able to work out again by the end of summer. I'd also like to move. I could use a cheaper place, and a chance to clear out some of the stuff that's been accumulating in my closet for the past few years.
But mostly I would like the freedom to feel like I felt in 2002. I would like to have my friends back. And the younger joy that it was so easy to feel back then.
I would like to have all of that back.
