Summer started late this year in Vancouver – I feel like it didn’t warm up and stop raining until around June. I spent the first two weeks of June wishing it was the 16th so that I could finally go to England.
When we got back from England, it was almost July. July came with a whole new set of challenges and wishing away. The first two weeks of July I kept wishing for August so I could finally leave Vancouver. The second two weeks I wished for August so the packing would be finished.
In August, I wished for July. I wished for more time at home, more time with the people I loved and more time in our perfect apartment.
In August I also wished for September. I wished for a sense of home, a sense of routine. I wished for my independence and I wished for pumpkin spice lattes and sweaters.
Now that it’s September, I wish for June, July and August. I wish I didn’t wish away the whole summer.