It was the Summer of '09

Around this time every year while in high school, and my freshman year of college, my family would rent a house in Lavallette, New Jersey for two weeks, or a month. Lately, I've grown incredibly nostalgic for that time. It most likely has to do with the fact that I have yet to go to the beach this summer. My parents live down the shore now, and unfortunately I haven't been able to make it down there. I went in the middle of June, but it was raining, so the closest I got to being on the beach was at a boardwalk bar overlooking the ocean. And it rained. I used to always be super stoked for the shore vacation, with the exception of the last year. Horribly depressing. Back then we had to sneak alcohol into water bottles and try to stay out on the beach as late as possible before my mom would call me, screaming. I used t work on getting a tan back then. That was when we would lie to the boys we met about how old we were. Making up stories about how even though we were "17" we didn't have our licenses yet. That's something I forgot about! I lied about my age A LOT. My height and the way I acted always helped, but wow. I guess this is why my boyfriend in high school was 22 when I was 17. And Mr. Big still talks to me even though I met him when I was 15 and he was 22. They found out my real age eventually, when I got my license. That's when the shore sucked, we were old enough to drive, but not old enough to go to bars. That's when there was nothing to do. Up until you're 21 you can't wait to be older, than after that all you want to do is stop growing up. Milestones happen more frequently when you're young. After 21 all you have to look forward to or fear is each new decade you hit-30's, 40's, 50's. Ugh.

Anyway, I could also be feeling this way because I haven't gone on vacation yet this summer either, nor is there one planned. Week after week it's the same thing and I can't seem to change it. Time sure does fly. Being broke it the main cause of this. Before I know it Summer will be over, and it'll be Fall (even though I love, love, love Fall in the city). While I'm keeping busy and trying to be creative, I feel like I'm wasting my life. That I'm currently not "making the most of it." A day at the beach would probably cure this. It would be a nice little escape. Then after a day or two in Jersey I can't wait to get back to the city. Vicious. I don't know where else to go with this. My weekends are booked until August, I have no plans for my birthday yet, and hopefully I can make it to Jersey one Monday? Good grief, I have to figure something out.