Growing up, we loved summer. We literally could not wait until those three months were upon us and we were free. Free from school, free from homework and free from teachers. It took everything in our bodies to sit for the few hours of class on those last few days of school. Summer was the ultimate vacation and the best time of year. For starters, there was no school. How could you beat that? Not to mention you could spend unlimited amounts of time with your friends ... until August came back around, of course.

Fast forward a few years to college. This is the time of our lives right? The time to live it up and have a great time. It is. On most days. However, I sit here in bed, my junior year of college and I have to tell you though it breaks my heart to even utter the words.

I hate summer.

There, I said it and I'm sorry but I'm really not THAT sorry. Sure, for some it's great to be home from school and see your family, it's all just so awesome. For me however that's not the case. Yes I love that I get to see my family but that also comes with new restrictions. It's definitely a transition going from full freedom and being on my own to pretty much the exact opposite. Although I will say the whole not paying rent thing is fabulous.

When you move home from university for the summer, your friends are literally so far away. Some of them are states, or in my case, countries away. Like hello, I'm a college student, I can't afford that kind of airfare! The idea however of being so far away from people I've spent every day with for the last several months is heartbreaking.

Not to mention the fact that you are back in your hometown. The town you went to high school in. The town you did all your awkward growing up stages in and the town everybody watched you do so in. All those people are back as well. The people you loved, the people you hated and everyone in between. For many, going to college is a chance to turn over a new leaf. Coming home makes that a bit harder when you have all of the people from your past, right there in that one place you're stuck in for three months.

I guess my gist is, holy cow, we've really grown up. So much has changed and is different but never in my younger years did I ever imagine I would actually dread summer. Even sitting here saying those words in my head is just mind boggling to me. I guess here's one for adulting and none for me. So I'll go spend my time waiting for school to be back in session and I'm sure I'll have plenty to complain about when that time rolls around.

Summer sucks.