To: Summer 2019

August 25, 2019

Dear Summer 2019,

Thank you for being one of the best summers ever; I genuinely do not want to start school tomorrow. Moving in was already hard enough.

During the three and a half months we had, I upgraded myself physically, emotionally, mentally, spiritually, and materialistically. I fell more in love with and accepting of my body. You showed me things about myself that need to be changed and things that need to be loved more. I now know what it means to appreciate myself.

This summer, I developed closer bonds with my family. I’ve always loved them, but I have a newfound love and appreciation for them. I don’t know if it was the cruise or going to people’s houses more, but there was something about this summer that brought me closer to them. Now, I care for my family on a deeper level; being four hours away without them is really hard.

I received closure about why my relationship with my mom is a load of crap. The lunch we had made me realize what’s wrong; I just don’t know if it’s something we can sit down and have a conversation about without me getting all of the blame.

Anyway, Summer, you showed me a lot in the three and a half months we had. You showed me the true colors of my fellow coworkers, and I’ll be sure to remember them when… or if… I go back for winter break. I now know who I can trust and who I can’t trust. You also showed me what I want to do with my life. It’s time to turn my passions into a career, so I can live a life I’ll actually enjoy, instead of working in a field because I have a degree for it.

To end this brief letter of appreciation, thank you for exposing me to new things and experiences I never thought I’d enjoy, like going to a theater to watch Dora & the Lost City of Gold. That’s just the beginning of new discoveries I fell in love with this summer, including Arby’s.

Thank you, Summer 2019; I’ll never forget you.

P.S. Why did we have to end the summer with an inflammatory muscle spasm?

Featured image credit: Sean O.

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