There’s a very specific feeling that comes with summer. For me, loneliness often precedes the excitement of what’s to come. I’m learning how to be okay with two conflating sensations about a season I desperately long for for eight months out of the year. It’s a weird feeling, to feel both immense anticipation for a season associated with all the things I love in this life but also feel like I’m constantly chasing a feeling that doesn’t always find its way to you while said season is occurring and, in turn, leaves you feeling a little sad because, what’s there to be sad about when it’s SUMMER!??!! Actually, the fact that it’s already mid-July is one reason to be sad. What is wrong with my generation’s inability to enjoy something in the very moment that it is happening?
I’ve been going through immense changes in my life so this summer feels especially poignant for me and my own self-growth. I’ve embarked on a month-long trip to Europe, recently turned 28 and leaning into a newfound defi…
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