You know how summer starts. You’re exhausted from hella crazy semester and excited to take a deep breath and let the fun begun. You plan, make freaking vision boards, pin boards about all the awesome stuff you’re going to get into. Beaches, bars, movies, travel, house parties—all of it. You imagine you and your friends hanging in big groups, passing around pitchers of sangria, sitting around a fire pit—the memories. A few days go by, nothing much really happens, a few weeks ago by, suddenly it’s August. You try to remember what you did this summer and it’s like, “Uuuummmmmm.”
As it turns out most of us spend the summer not going on adventures—that ish cost money—but spending lazy days lounging around in front of computer or on the grass somewhere. Hopefully we do it with great company and while that not be as epic, it’s certainly satisfying. Then when you finally do get your friends together the whole execution is messy, everyone is late, you always forget stuff, always miss some crucial detail. The magic of summer is in who you experience it with and not necessarily what you do, still the expectation vs. reality can be a little disappointed.