So it's August

So it's August, and guess what, the summer is almost over.

I have many things to remember this summer by even though it's not yet over (it feels almost over if you ask me). I mean, what difference can one month make? I don't know. But for the 3 months before it (May, June, July), I thought I'd chronicle it.

1. The Summer of "Trouble" literally and figuratively. The summer of heartache and disintegration. The summer where I couldn't stop crying because of the disintegration (I find that word so appropriate for the events that transpired), the Summer of love, loss, hatred and most importantly, regret.



2. The Summer I spent 3 weeks with my mum in the city. That was memorable. My mum does not do too well in the city so seeing her react to the multiple derelicts was... amusing. The summer where my mum felt inclined to visit me because only she could determine from looking at me one time that this was truly the summer of "Trouble."



3. The Summer of movies. I spent so many afternoons curing my heartache at the movies....and guess what it worked. Good thing they had some good movies playing this summer or I would have been Shit Out o' Luck.



4. The Summer that was supposed to happen in a different city but unfortunately happened here and at this point, I am wondering why. Why did God want me to spend this summer in Atlanta? Only He knows and I probably shouldn't doubt His intentions. But seriously though...



5. The Summer of being perpetually broke. Always. My overheard  increased considerably from my botched move so here I am spending my relocation money in this wretched city. 



6. The Summer of hopelessness. How can I muster hope after everything that happened? Things seemed like they were on an upswing and all of a sudden...disintegrated.



7. The Summer of bad hairstyles. I cannot seem to find the right stylist for my hair. I cannot seem to get inspired enough to determine what look I want to channel with my hair. I express myself with my hair and I haven't been in tune enough to channel the right hairstyle. 



8. Boring summer. No summer parties, no summer soirees, no summer fun. Just recession and heat.



9. The Summer I said goodbye to 2 very dear friends at work. One retired and one moved to NY to take a job. The retiree I know I will see again, but the relocated friend, maybe not. He's been my rock in this company, the only man I can call 3 times in one hour and he actually finds it funny. It's heartbreaking to realize we may never get to share jokes again. I will miss him immensely. 



10. The Summer in San Diego. To accomplishing my dream of drinking beers and eating fish tacos at the beach overlooking the sunset. Priceless. The Summer of a very expensive birthday trip with 6 flights to and from my vacation destination, just hectic. The Summer of sun and sand, and cold hard winds of San Francisco. The Summer of S.F. and Napa with my family. So much joy. 



11. The Summer of being single. Not loving it but accepting it. The summer of once again realizing that me is in this for the long haul and you know what, I will not tolerate it anymore. 



12. The Summer of booze, lots of booze and hopefully saying goodbye to booze. Once and for all.