Summer

Summers have always been my least favorite time of year. I hate the weather. As any of my friends will tell you, I love cold, dark spaces. Considering the summer is generally the brightest and hottest time of year, I am not a happy girl. I'm either hanging out in the basement or in my room with my fan on high.

Another reason is boredom. I recently got a job, so I'm hoping that helps. However, pre-job acceptance, I was just hanging around the house, watching videos, writing, sleeping. There's nothing wrong with any of this, but I get a little bitchy when I'm not really productive.

This summer, I've discovered a new reason to hate summers. I get lonely. This is actually a new problem. Before college, I never really hung out that much with people outside of school. So being mostly on my own for the entirety of summer never really bothered me. I hung out with friends more in my senior year of high school, but most of them kinda decided they didn't want to be friends anymore. While I was upset at the sudden rejection, I wasn't really lonely that summer. I had college to anticipate for and my mind was getting ready for a clean slate.

And... what a slate it was. College has truly been a life changing experience for me. But that's an entirely separate topic. Well, not entirely separate. My experience at college is what has brought this new factor of loneliness into the game. Never have I had a social life as active as my social life at college; constantly surrounded by great friends who seem to genuinely care about me.

And so summer has been marked by the sudden lack of that social life. It was a hard adjustment. Unexpected crying and even more difficulty sleeping than usual. While I seem to have emotionally stabilized, I'm still much more lonely than I expected I would be. Now, more then ever, I want summer to end so I can go back to college.