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I’m Not Ready for Summer to End
Autumn can take its time arriving
We’re halfway through August, and I’m unhappy about it. I’ve spent most of the summer working. I had my teaching gig until early June, then a short break, and I started a six-week summer teaching job at a local university. I instructed high school students in English. In addition, I tutored college students at a college near my home. While I appreciated the income, I didn’t get to do my usual activities: lounging by the pool, strolling the beach, and hitting the amusement park. And now, with September looming, time for those activities is running out.
I don’t regret working. It did offer me some flexibility. I could come home between gigs, catch up on house stuff, and take naps (lots of naps). Between working with college students, I was able to work on my essays for Medium and my blog and reconnect with Substack. I’m even looking into podcasting.
But I want to have fun too.
I’ve missed concerts, boat rides, and other summer activities because I was either working or tired. I’ve become a summer homebody, which is unusual for me. Granted, I am out from Friday to Sunday, but that’s usually running errands with a mix of MMA watching at a friend’s house. Hanging at my best friend’s home has been this summer’s saving grace.
