Summer is my favorite season...so warm, so much to do, no school. Holla. I love home, and I love Wisco. But usually by now (as it is towards the end of summer's reign) I am more than eager to return to my city in Minneapolis...
I have yet to be excited --
This summer has been a "me" summer, if you will. Meaning, I've pretty much done what I've wanted to do and taken a lot of time for myself to discover and see -- not worrying about adult stuff and such. It's pretty neat... living the "it will all work out" theory. I like it.
But I have one week left--
One week to tie up loose ends and finish everything I've attempted to start this summer. I think I'm really worried, worried that I'll leave home with unfinished business. Did I spend enough time with my family? Did I use my time wisely? Am I leaving anyone behind? ...Gah. This is also probably why I can't sleep.
But to be fair to myself, I did a lot this summer:
- Road trip to Oregon (yes, drove across the country in a little car with three lovely people while dining on animal crackers and cupcakes...and yes, the mountains were SO worth it).
- Singin' in the Rain musical (dream come true).
- Rochester (one word...Hoedown).
- 4th of July with the fam (all my best friends in my home for a whole weekend. Be jealous).
- First real family vacation (ever).
- Youth Retreat (Found my voice).
- Pretty Little Liars and chocolate cake.
- Working with little people (best people in the world).
- True love (...Phineas and Ferb. Don't judge).
- Konopacki Family Reunion (love these folk).
- Jenny (867-5309).
- Dress feddish.
- Stars located (not via astronomy).
And that's not even the whole list...who knew. Focusing on what I've accomplished instead of what I may not feel is complete seems so much more gratifying. Sure, nothing is wrong with missing home -- I have a lot of people and places and people that I love and have no desire to leave (if only you kids fit in my suitcase...). And sure, my summer didn't go exactly as planned. But isn't that what I wanted all along? To love more than I ever have: my family, my friends, my home. To fly by the seat of my pants. To not worry about growing up.
If I wouldn't have accomplished this, even the slightest bit, leaving would be so much easier. I am excited to see my Minneapolis again...it's my home away from home. But I am sad to let all this go, all this freedom and discovery and love. And as much as I want just a little more time to feel ready, a little more time will always add up to never moving on...and life thrives on forward motion.
So cheers to you, summer. It's been good.
Until next year.
