This summer of 2008 was supposed to be the Summer of George.
I had wanted to attend every festival, enjoy the State Fair, ride roller coasters (no matter how dinky) at the Lagoon, spend a day in the sun on the grass, ride my bike until it gets dark like I did when I was a kid, stay up late watching movies, take a spontaneous trip out of town, go to the zoo, go for a drive in the canyons...
But instead, the State Fair didn't fit into our schedules, some festivals seemed like a waste of money, Lagoon really isn't all that it's cracked up to be when you've been to bigger amusement parks, in order to spend a day in the sun I have to apply and reapply sunscreen by the liters, I tried riding my bike and fell off and injured myself, I get sleepy at 10pm and will fall asleep watching any movie past that hour, spontaneity is overrated, the zoo is... well I don't have an excuse for that one, and a drive in the canyons doesn't have to be a summer activity, so I don't know why I'm whining.
If you've read this far, I'm impressed with your loyalty. When it comes down to it, my summer wasn't the Summer of George because I didn't make it the Summer of George. But I still had a lovely summer. I went bowling, had a campfire, saw two parades, watched fireworks up close, threw a big party, went to the Farmers' Market, rode my bike on Antelope Island, lounged by a pool, took photos just for the sake of taking photos, went to Park City one day on a whim, baked a cake for no reason, sewed for people other than myself, and, best of all, I spent an unprecedented amount of time with TC, my favorite person of all time.
And, as if this post wasn't going on for long enough, I made new friends. I no longer feel like I have no where to turn (besides TC) when things get rough. Even though this summer didn't turn out to be the Summer of George I expected it to, it turned out even better.