I oftentimes fantasize about the day that I don’t have to work anymore. A few years ago that time was the last day of school - the day I could take a deep breath and think about the weeks ahead of me that involved sleeping in, staying up late, late-night Pizza Rolls, and swimming. There’s something in me that still thinks, “Yes! Only a few more months!” But then I realize that doesn’t happen anymore. My first day of summer will be waking up and going to bed earlier than I already am to work all day. And then for some reason I think, “Oh but then it’ll get better.” But then I realize that after summer just comes school work on top of regular work. And then I realize I’m an adult. And that my old idea of summer is forever over.
I’m an adult.
