My cousin Lauren (who I called ‘Yaw Yaw’ – because obviously it sounds just like Lauren) & me, circa mid-1980s.
If there’s one thing (of many) I’ve learned about the south, it’s that summer arrives much earlier here than it ever did in Chicago. And I’m pretty A-okay with that. I love the heat and the sun and all the time spent outdoors; summertime is my absolute favorite time of year. Now when fall rolls around, I will be reeeeally tempted to say FALL is my absolute favorite time of year (and I may even claim it to be so at that time), but my mind will still go back to summer cookouts and flipflops and pool time and summer cocktails. So. I’m sticking with it: summertime is my favorite time.
What is it about the summer that seems to go by so fast though? When I was a kid, I swear it lasted for 5 months and the days were a good 30 hours. The sun didn’t go down until about 11pm and I ate popsicles for every single meal. Okay, maybe that’s not really how my childhood summers went down, but looking back that’s kind of how I remember them. But now that I’m attempting to adult, summertime feels painfully short – like, I feel like it’s about two weekends of trying to cram in all the things I want to do and then before I know it, it’s Thanksgiving.
Well not this year, baby! Enter: Bucketlist. This year I’m going to stick to my list and try to cross off as many things as I can before I’m forced to wear sweaters and drink Pumpkin Spice Lattes (which, alright, I really do love too.)
Do you make seasonal bucketlists? What would be on your summer list?