Now that summer is coming to a close, I can say one thing with certainty: my summer was not what I expected it to be.
I don’t mean to sound melodramatic here, but the beginning of my summer sucked. Like, a lot. Like, so much that it reached a point when I could no longer be sad because the amount of sucky things became funny. If you’ll let me complain for a hot sec, and I’m going to take your silence on the other side of the computer screen as consent, let me recount what I would have to say was one of the hardest three week periods of my life.
· My boyfriend of more than two years tells me that he doesn’t want to continue our relationship into the fall semester.
· While I am still processing this information, I take a drive. Driving while processing life-altering information doesn’t tend to go well, as I learned when my car bumped into the side of a BMW, marking my first fender bender.
· Two days later, I officially break up with said boyfriend of more than two years.
· In an attempt to avoid another car accident, I decide not to drive the 40 minutes home right away. Instead, I hang out with my roommate, who happens to live down the block from the ex. While this was super convenient and exciting for me since I love my roommate, it caused us to drive past his house three times in the two hour span after the break up.
· When I eventually get myself together enough to drive home, my roommate’s neighbors inform me that I have a bubble in my tire. Now, instead of driving home, I drive to a mechanic in Manhasset, where I stay for another two hours as I await a new tire. Two days, two cars, two car problems. Must be a record.
· The next week I land a job at a restaurant…
· Which promptly closes two days later.
· And of course, the worst three-week period of my life wouldn’t be complete without a death in the family, so let’s throw that in, too. I’m sorry I couldn’t make that sound cute, or funny, or endearing. I tried.
Before we continue, I should have full disclosure about something. While all of this happened during summer vacation, technically none of it happened during summer. Summer didn’t even come for another couple weeks. So really, all of this happened at the end of spring. Which means that in comparison to the end of spring, my summer was great. Super fun really. Definitely a step up, although I’m not so sure how it could have gone down. So how about now we take a stroll down positive memory lane…
· I got to experience the single life for the first time in more than two years!
· I spent a lot of great quality time with my family!
· I gained valuable life experiences working in a restaurant (for two days)!
· I saw three concerts!
· I kept on ending up in Brooklyn…for some reason!
· I got to see my roommate!
· I had the opportunity to make up for lost time with home friends!
· IT WAS SUMMER THAT’S ALL THAT MATTERS!
So, in short (or maybe in long), this was my summer. Since this is a blog post and I feel like I need a moral to justify the amount I just talked about myself, let me shove the moral in your face. No matter how much you love the summer, sometimes it sucks. No matter how much something sucks, it’s going to get better eventually. When your boyfriend rejects you and you singlehandedly close down a restaurant, try to take it in stride. Or don’t and call me instead. Trust me, I’ll know how it feels.