Blair and Chuck are together. A Top Model was crowned. It is nearly Father's Day. If I were a mathematician or detective, here is where I would derive the onset of summer. And here is where I should come upon the usual wealth of emotions that accompany my second favorite season: regret for not exercising, relief the school year has ended, and contempt for the sudden lack of fog. (Maybe some day I'll relocate to a cooler climate)
But, here, in what I now must admit as the thick of summer's beginning, I find myself sleepless in--well, not Seattle.
There is no feeling of relaxation. My joy for the Blair-Chuck affair has faded, my rose glasses have come off, and I find myself stuck to Dawson's Creek re-runs, a tub of fro-yo, and the couch.
With this lack of emotion I have begun to wonder if the beauty of summer and the magic I once felt this time of year is just something that fades with age. I swear it used to feel just like the intro to the Wonder Years--sprinkler on the lawn, backyard bbq, smiles. Where have they all gone.
Maybe it is because I traded in trips to the ice cream man for a discount tub of Dryers, or the fact that pool is too cold, the weather too warm, and disappearing into television from the 90's seems so comforting, that I have just traded my old comforts for new.
Things change. But then again, if Blair and Chuck prove anything, it is that anything is possible, so tomorrow, I work on my bikini-bod just incase.
Posted by Amy Bobeda at 8:37 PM