This past weekend was spent with my sister. Every year, we go to the Texas Hill Country area, stay with a friend of hers, and float the river. We usually take pictures, but for whatever reason, this time, our cameras stayed in our bags. Sometimes you have to unplug from everything and just enjoy. At least that’s the excuse I’m using today, since I don’t have any photos to show. We had a great time eating, floating, and generally relaxing. I got home last night exhausted and feeling that I had squeezed every last drop out of the summer.
Because, my friends, even though we have a good two months of summer-like temperatures in Texas, something happens today to mark the end of the summer. School starts.
I can’t believe it’s already time. Later this afternoon I will attend my first graduate-level class. I’m equal parts excited and terrified. I’ve been telling myself I would go back to school since I finished my undergrad in 2007. I knew it would happen eventually, but until earlier this year, I didn’t know when, and I always thought it would be for English, or maybe Creative Writing. I had no idea that this is where I would end up, and that I would finally feel like I am on exactly the right path, at exactly the right time.
As I fill out my planner with my new class schedule and drink my coffee, I can faintly hear Age Six Racer by Dashboard Confessional playing in the background. Yes, summer is over, and a new chapter is beginning.
Ready or not, here I go.