Summer has changed

When I was a little kid, summer meant hot weather, no kindergarten, endless buckets of berries and trips to the lake.

When I was a medium kind, summer meant hot weather, no school and homework, few gardening jobs and endless buckets of berries and trips to the lake.

When I was a teenager, summer meant hot weather, no school and homework, a bit more gardening jobs, summer parties and festivals with friends and endless buckets of berries and trips to the lake.

When I was a student, summer meant hot weather, no more uni and England for three months, family bbq’s, reunited beer drinking with my friends, endless buckets of berries and trips to the lake.

Now… Now i’m a grownup in my mid-twenties. I have a full-time job and I’m in England where five berries cost like two pounds and where there is no swim-able lake or river. Not that weather is anything great either.


So what are my options? Hope & Cope.

What once was will never be again, i’m aware of that, and technically, it’s not what I really want. I want to be free, free to do (sensibly) anything i please whenever I please.

It’s not gonna change over night and i just have to accept the fact that even if it did i wouldn’t know how to cope anyway.

I shall continue buying ridiculously expensive English berries, have no tan and work my ass of for a better (my kind of) future.

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Here’s a related post  about all the things i took for granted when i was at home…



First post written on my commute. Finally using time accordingly.

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2 thoughts on “Summer has changed

  1. I know the feeling! Well at the moment I don’t, but I am afraid of this change, I looove summers! I bet that’s why grownups are always grumpy!

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