It's the last day of school for the kids.
Summer officially begins.
More than anything, I want to be here:
But I will not. I will be here this weekend, and I'm not exactly sure when we'll get there.
When did my life turn into one in which summer was simply another run of days and weeks of work and Stuff To Do? What happened to the June/July/August days that stretched on and on with nothing to do? What happened to leisurely afternoons at the pool?
I miss my younger self.
And I want to go to the beach. Now.