Ah, summer. Where has it gone? Is it really the last day of August? Will it really be fall in about three weeks?
Fall is one of my favorite things: the changing color of leaves (and makeup!), scarves and boots, pumpkins and apples, cool and crisp mornings and evenings. But as much as I love fall, I’m not quite ready to let go of summer yet. I’m resisting the unusually early rollouts of pumpkin spice lattes (not that I drink coffee to begin with) and pumpkin beer that are happening this year. I mean, IT IS STILL AUGUST, and therefore not pumpkin season in my eyes. Is nothing sacred anymore?!
This past summer has gone by in a blur. I know I say this every year, but this summer truly flew by like no other. Perhaps that was because my summer was jam packed with so many things, and last year I had zero going on to the point where I was counting down the days till it was over. This year, though, I’ve loved every moment of summer, even if I’m not sure where it’s gone.
Already, my mind is on fall and the many exciting things I’ve got lined up. I’m traveling some more for work, have two friends coming to visit on separate occasions, have a trip lined up to see my family in October and I just got confirmation that my mom will be in town so we can spend Thanksgiving together. I’ve got grand plans for continuing to take control of my fitness and finances, dreams of finally getting around to de-cluttering my apartment (donating old clothes, selling items I no longer use/need), and a new collection of recipes to conquer a la my previous Dinner with Jamie series (SORTED Food recipes, here I come!!).
In true fashion, I’m already at a million miles a minute with my mind far into the future. However, as excited as I am about what’s to come in the next few months, I find myself grasping at the straws of summer, unwilling to let it slip away so easily. I’m a summer baby, after all, and DC is in its best light in the summer. I’m not quite ready to let go of brunches al fresco, sunsets at 8 p.m., grilling in backyards, short summer dresses and strappy sandals. Fall might have the hold on my heart but I’ve fallen a little bit more in love withs ummer this year, and I’m not quite ready to let it leave me just yet.