Summer has always been my favourite season. I love the heat of it, the way the air clings to your skin and makes you feel its presence. I love the potential that stretches among all those endless sunny days, taunting you with adventures you haven’t even thought up yet.
Summer is a time for resolutions, plans, and positivity in my world. It has always seemed more like a beginning point than January does. (Then again, I’m prejudiced against any month when the weather is colder than 15C.)
“Summers had a logic all their own and they always brought something out in me”
-Benjamin Alire Saenz
A couple of my fellow eAmbassadors, Sienna and Krysta, have written excellent posts on managing the “LDR”, or Long Distance Relationship. Now, I’m happily and perpetually single, so I know nothing about maintaining romantic relationships, but I am practically a professional at long distance friendships. (Just ask my best friend of going on 15 years; she’ll vouch for me!)
Fall is here, which means that the weather is as inconsistent as Hollywood show-creator Ryan Murphy’s writing. (Sorry to those of you who don’t get the reference, I can never resist a Ryan Murphy dig.)
It also means that I’m in the mood to reminisce. Does fall make anyone else feel particularly nostalgic?