On Summer

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 In my teenage years, summer was a holiday of almost mythic proportions. I made huge lists of things I would do, places I would go, skills I would learn. The days and weeks of summer spread out endlessly; it felt like years of freedom before returning to the confines of school. In university, summer lasted so long it was like a second life; entire groups of friends I only saw during summer; enough time to spend 6 weeks living somewhere else; courses abroad; holidays with friends; the inevitable trip back home; trips around the country to see where everybody grew up. Summer had it’s own soundtrack, it’s own menu (Pimms and burritos), it’s own unique rhythms and structures. Time was different, you could spend a week invested in one thing and it felt like a year, you would go out every day of the week and rest on Saturday.

Last summer was the first one I was really working. Even on my holidays to Egypt and America I was working round the clock, grabbing wi-fi where I could. I came back and went straight back into work, going out where I could, on Fridays and the odd morning off. Summer stretched on until October, but in a vague, disconnected way. I was aware of summer happening but I wasn’t really partaking in the same way: I didn’t go to Glastonbury, I didn’t spend the month working in Edinburgh, I didn’t spend hours lazing around my parents house listening to music with a hangover.

This year summer has sprung out of nowhere; it was 2015, I was working, I went on tour and then BAM. I’ve come home and it’s summer. This is the first summer since I was about 14 where I don’t have any real plans and everything feels a bit aimless. I’m a bit nonplussed about this summer – I’ve been ill for about a week, I don’t have any real plans (for work or holiday) and things always feel a bit sketchy when I’ve not confirmed a proper income over the summer, traditionally a rubbish time for private teachers like myself. I’ve also been thinking a lot about leaving London, so I’m going to treat this summer like it’s my last one in London. I have no big bold plans, I’ll just try and make the most out of each week and see what happens. And work hard. And say yes. And get involved. Those three always serve me well.

P.S. Does anybody watch Orange Is The New Black? Let’s discuss Series 3!!greece harbour colossus rhodes port town exteriorgreece harbour colossus rhodes port town exterior

9 thoughts on “On Summer

  1. A Million Gingerisms says:

    I feel similar in terms of this summer. I am waiting to start a new job so can’t make plans because I don’t know what my rota will be like. Just kinda have to say ‘I’ll have to see’ to everything!

    Also, OITNB for the win! At least I’ve got something to do in the mean time (I’ve only watched two eps so far so no spoilers..!)

    Gem x


  2. jennie says:

    I never have any summer plans, but this year I’m going to try and fill each day with as much as possible and see where it takes me. Sometimes not having a plan is the best kind of plan <3


  3. Denise says:

    Wow, seems that summer is a big kind of “milestone” for you! It sounded great when you were a teenager, going abroad, making plans, listening to music at your parents’ place. And it also sounded great when you went to work and now as well, when you can make total new plans for this and the next summer. I know that private teachers have such a time :( when summer comes. And moving from London… well, where, I am sure you have already thought of. I am curious to know! Hope you enjoy a great week! And that you recover soon!


  4. Kim says:

    that’s a good idea take it a week at a time :) that makes me feel more optimistic about my lack of plans and free time in the summer. I really want to go on a quick trip somewhere I haven’t been on vacation in years and I know it would be great to get away :)


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