Summer Can Still Be Like, Cool – Right?


I just spent an entire weekend without doing any of these three things: working out in post-binge eating guilt, waking up completely hungover and crawling out of my bed like the girl from ‘The Ring’, and waiting in an extremely long line at the bar.  I did, however, manage to buy my own plant (complete with pot) for my deck, see two movies (in the theater!), and go out to brunch for croissants and Bloodys. The scariest part about brunch? I ended it with a plain coffee.  There is a first time for everything, people, even killing a day-buzz with caffeine.

Essentially, my maturity grew ten sizes this weekend. Not that I had been acting like a complete idiot since I’ve graduated, but this is definitely the first full weekend with my maturity pants on, zipped and buttoned.  Not to mention, summer really seems to be kicking its mighty heels in my face, and this combined with full-fledged maturity is something I’m not used to.

Usually, summer is a three-month free-for-all once school is out. In college, I could go back to barely keeping my plain-Jane job at the local restaurant at home, make nice with old high school friends, have a summer fling, and then go right back to the college grind.

But this summer marks my first “real life summer.”  I’m not going back to college in September, I’m not a fresh-off-the-skillet-graduate, and well…it’s my first summer at a big girl job where I actually have entire weekends (instead of standing at a host stand on a Saturday night during my ‘college summer’ trying to make enough money to support my McDonald’s Iced Tea addiction) to soak up the summer glory.

So far, Post-Grad: Summer Edition is pretty great. Weekends don’t seem as saturated as they were during college summers, in a way where they blended in with the weekdays.  As a post-grad, weekends are prominent and highly anticipated. You go to your cabin. You road trip to the nearest city to get away. You engage yourself in a dozen happy hours a day. You go on walks on Saturday afternoons. You sip coffee on the porch while reading the New York Times Facebook. I live for my little weekends.  And since all of my friends have the same grown-up schedule, I get to see them more often! Praise the grown-up heavens!

Instead of scrambling to get home to see long lost high school friends at local bars and hang out in my childhood room reading old Box Car Children books out of boredom, I have been pleasantly productive, blissfully relaxed and totally uninterrupted by anyone/anything that comes my way.

I hung out with my mother, went to brunch, saw a bajillion movies in the theater (OK, two), went horseback riding, cooked and drank beers with my girlfriends, read the entire Tina Fey book (highly recommended) and painted my toenails pink. Oh, and I bought the Adele CD and drank Starbucks on my deck under the sun. Alone. If this is what my summer is going to entail, lemme have at it!

However, I know those days where I drink with old high school friends and stare at the walls in my parents’ house aren’t over. I can still find that little college outlet of happiness if need be (and when Sunday Funday comes around, the need will definitely be). But for now, I’m squeezing myself into a nice little part of my life where I’m discovering an intense love for finding cool recipes and trying them, vintage shopping, getting twenty hours of sleep in two days and spending a whole entire weekend in the summer relaxing. Thinking about pointless nuggets of life. Analyzing lyrics in music. Counting the freckles on my face. Treading water in my apartment pool. Writing in a journal. Cutting my own watermelon.

You know, the new things in life where I’m now finding my zen.

Because it’s OK if the only people I see are my family, a few close friends and my reflection for one weekend. I think summer as a grown up may be my new favorite thing.

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University of Saint Thomas graduate. Minnesota-bred and happy to talk about the weather any time you’d like! Strongly believes any situation can be bettered by a slice of generously buttered toast or Phil Dunphy. Would get arrested to touch Justin Timberlake’s face. Always trying to be a better person by not wishing horrible karma on people driving slow in the fast lane. Hear more: @twitter @instagram


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