Come come summertime

I can't wait for that special season. The season when all you have to worry about is which tank top to wear. The season that distances you from school friends but allows you to see your close friends even more. The season where you can put off homework for a month and you won't be in trouble. The season where you can work on boosting your tan and not your gpa. The season where all seems calm, because you have no real worries to dwell on.

Yes, you guessed it, this is another one of those cliche complaints for summer to come. Although none of us have the power to actually make this season come any faster, I have long since stopped this nagging and enjoyed the present, what ever it may be, but this summer will be different. This summer, I'm going to see someone who knew me before I hit my teenage years. This summer, I get to share stories about the last three years of my life with someone who will do the same thing, only our locations will be different. This summer, I get to add new memories to a friendship that has been paused, but not ended. This summer, I get to see my best friend Emily, who I have much closer to than anyone I have spent time with, although she is much farther away. She will come back to her place of birth, her first home, her familiar past, but most importantly, back in in my arms.

So, just this once, when you ask me if I want summer to arrive faster, I will look at you with a half-whining, half-nostalgic face and say, "Duh."