The best part about SUMMER.

Summer is a time to slow down and watch the scenery. A time to get all that stuff done that you need to do but never had time for. A time to do things “just cause.” A time for adventures and driving into the sunset. Summer is a time to breath. Which is slightly ironic since the air is so humid that after standing outside for a minute or two you feel absolutely incapable of inhaling.
Do you know what I love about summer? More then the opportunities to do things your interested in, not because they will help you or save the universe, just because you can do them and will. More then the extra time for lying in bed thirty minutes longer in the morning without an ounce of guilt. More then the fact that at 8:30 in the evening the sky is still blue and the sun still shines.
I love summer storms. Thunder storms. The flamboyant lightening, deafening thunder, and delightful deluges.
Maybe I missed my calling – I should be a storm chaser when I grow up.

This is a storm chaser. My first car… maybe?

Born in California, raised in the south – when the rain comes harder then ever, the thunder roars and lightening brightens the sky – I remember once again why I am so glad to call North Carolina home.
People move to Southern California for the weather? Where it is 65 degrees and smoggy almost every day? The place I lived and visited for years without knowing that there are mountains surrounding it?
“Oh but the weather is perfect all the time. There are no bad days.”
Yes, there are no bad days, but neither are there good days. N.C. has bad days – very very hot, very very cold or very very wet. But when a good day comes it is on a level incomparable with the average everyday humdrum of Orange county.
Who wants good days when you can have superb days? And how can you even appreciate 65F if you never experience 105?
I love my town. I would gladly chase storms.

Just another to-do to add to the already to long ‘dream’ list.
Future summer dream list:
( aka – those crazy things I’ll do in college )

Jump into the sky with a parachute
Rollerblade down the Brooklyn Bridge
Jog down the golden gate
Pet a buffalo
Solve a mystery
Write a novel
Meet with someone for lunch at grand central station
travel solo
go to the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night to see stars
sleep in the back of a pickup truck ( filled with blankets, pillows and other comfy cargo)
Apprentice myself in a movie catering business or taco truck
Learn another language fluently
Work as a nanny in another country
Work on a cruise ship
Archaeological dig

Summer is the time to make dreams come true.

Author: Susanna

I'm Susanna, a 20-year-old Christian girl incorrigibly addicted spontaneous adventures. My first dream was to become a pioneer. Unfortunately, I was born a couple centuries late, so I've decided to read, cook, run, and travel the world until my time machine is finished. You'll mostly likely find me getting into trouble and/or eating licorice. I am currently blogging the misadventures of a middle-school teacher in training. Come join me on my quest to become the next Ms. Frizzle!

1 thought on “The best part about SUMMER.”

  1. You know, I was talking to my grandparents on my father's side yesterday.
    They were driving me the “scenic route” home, so we could drive through a town called Lizard Lick (which is just an intersection with a huge plastic Lizard sitting on an ATM, a gas station, a truck towing company, and trees.) And so we could see the river & old mansions. And I realized how much I love North Carolina, and how it's so much better than C.A. Which is not a small thing to say for me, because I am very protective of the awesomeness of C.A. But NC is just so…beautiful. How can you go back after knowing such beauty? You can't.

    Might I join you with some of those things?
    Especially roller blading.
    & petting a buffalo.
    & the stars & pick up truck thing.
    & well, everything else.


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