Is it me or does it not quite feel like summer is really here? Perhaps this is due to it being the first summer of my life which hasn't come at the end of an academic year. I don't have that expansive six-to-twelve weeks of "freedom" awaiting me - in fact, the more I think about it, the more there seem to be constant constraints coming up in the next few weeks to ensure that my feet are firmly planted on the ground - both literally and metaphorically speaking.
I am not sure the grown-up way of life is really all it is cracked up to be. Perhaps if I was a braver soul, I would just pack up my stuff and hop on the first plane out of here.