When I was little, summer seemed to last forever. It was this magical time of the year where my mom, my sisters, and me got to do whatever our hearts desired for three months. Our days were filled with the neighborhood swim team and walking our dog. We listened for the ice cream man and drove our barbie jeep as if it was a real car. We spent all of our time with each other and we were not worried for summer to end.
This year, with it nearing the end of July, I have been home from school for three months. What. How did this happen. I have had very few lazy days by the pool with my sisters. I spend my time working as much as I can to save up for school and I go back in early August. My summer is already almost over and it feels like it has nearly started. If this is what growing up is about, I am not about it.
It was a great summer filled with making new memories with old friends but it seemed like we were all too busy to plan anything spur of the moment. When we wanted to have dinner or go to our favorite country line dancing club, we had to plan it way in advance. Taking out our calendars and marking the days that we were unavailable, which seemed to greatly outnumber the available ones. I am not sure how when I was younger time seemed to last forever. A month felt like a year and my biggest worry was what flavor of ice cream I wanted.
I always kind of laughed when older people said time flies. Or how they 'could not believe it was already thanksgiving' or 'insert time of the year'. To me, my ten year old self, was pretty sure that time didn't change speeds. I knew there was 60 minutes in an hour and 24 hours in a day and 7 days in a week. So you could imagine my confusion when people talked about this season going too fast, or how yesterday felt like Christmas.
And now, being 19 years young, I am packing up my things to move back to Warrensburg in a week. Without my friends from home, nor my sisters or my mom. Our pool days are down to a handful and my see you later dinners with friends are already starting. Before I knew it, I became one of those old people, talking about how time keeps moving faster.
And now, I am headed to my sophomore year at college. With only two years left being an active member of my sorority and three years until I am dropped into the real world I am in no way ready. It will be here in the blink of an eye. Probably about the time I start to get a hang of the whole college thing it will be time to be a real person. So here is to time, and hoping it stops to smell the roses.
