This is my first summer that doesn't start with the end of school. I knew that last summer was my last summer, but I didn't quite realize what that meant. It truly does feel different. Summer is now just another season. Yes, it might mean a little vacation. Yes, it means beautiful weather and nice evenings spent outdoors. Not to say that the weather has been that nice so far. But there isn't the excitement that comes with the season when it means a break from school. The summer is truly no different to me than spring or fall. I mean, I am certainly excited for Anna to come visit. I love the warm weather, and hope to spend time in it. As long as I don't get burnt. Remind me to tell you about Epic Burn, 2011.
Anyway, I thought I'd record the fact that summer is no longer special in the way it used to be. It is just another season, with its wonderful rewards but no special magic. Its like when I found out Santa wasn't real. Kind of.
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