It’s started and I hate it.
People are all “Fall is in the air!” and “I am sooooo ready for chunky sweaters and PSL!!!” and I am over here yelling “GO HOME NO ONE WANTS YOU AND CAN AUGUST JUST LAST FOREVER???”
First of all, fall is most decidedly not in the air in DC. We had two cool-ish mornings recently, but today the high is back to 95 and the mere thought of a chunky sweater makes me want to die. Don’t even get me started about that Pumpkin Spice Latte and its evil plot to steal the last couple weeks of summer. I genuinely love fall, and will welcome it when it is supposed to come… at the very end of September. But every year I get more addicted to summer, and every year I am more in love with August, mostly because August Recess means we get James around more.
This summer that is especially exciting, as I have no clue where the rest of the summer went. One minute it was May, and there were months of relatively commitment free baby-snuggling days ahead of me… and now it is the end of August and my semester starts on Monday and I am freaking out because there are so many of our favorite summer things that just haven’t happened yet. We finally made it to picnic at our favorite spot at the Tidal Basin last week, and James and I have been sneaking in milkshake dates and breakfast outings whenever possible. But sometimes I start panicking because I know that there just isn’t enough time and the beach days, outdoor movies, pool visits, that I look forward to all year. Fall is not here, but summer is just starting to slowly pack itself up.
What I want is for August to last forever, an eternal summer of longer days less full of work than usual in a city that is uniquely sleepy this time of year. I want to put off indefinitely September, with its return to stressful normalcy, and hold on to the giddy carefree spirit of summer. While I do love the idea of someday not sweating through my clothes the second I walk outside, I am in absolutely no hurry for August to end and take these perfect summer days with it.