Living in Florida

It's just like that feeling at the end of the college semester (or high school, for you slackers) right before summer when you're in the midst of finals week. You already know what I mean. You're right on the cusp of something really good. The breeze is lighter, the days are warmer, there's more hours of daylight, and "I feel home" by o.a.r. is the soundtrack in the back of your mind (if you're white). Summer is so highly anticipated.

I guess summer was always a bigger deal growing up in New England. A special little moment in time that was highly romanticized...but rightly so.

Maybe you'll lifeguard all summer and get really tan, maybe you'll go for long walks at night, maybe you'll go on wine tasting adventures, maybe you'll hike up to lookout towers, maybe you'll buy a hookah pipe, maybe you'll have a summer romance (or just make out awkwardly with a friend or two), maybe you'll play a million games of flip cup, maybe you'll swim til your arms are sore.

Maybe you'll remember why you loved summer so much in the first place.

But, that feeling. That's what living in Florida reminds me of. It's the best way I know how to describe it, anyway.