I’ve come to the conclusion that my summer break has been divided into two distinct sections – the parts where I love everything and have the time of my life, and the times where I’m burnt out, sick, and want to run back home to my Mom.
The second part doesn’t sound so stereotypical-summer-is-great-tumblr-picture perfect, and so that’s the part I’m going to recount first. There’s been a number of 12-13 hour work days, a few late night fights and panic attacks, a couple mean words and a lot of dishes, frustration and money spent on bills and parking. I’ve been working quite a bit (although, there are people who would argue that my job is pretty easy), and that’s been another whole can of worms. The kitchen isn’t too peachy to deal with some days; we get some not so pleasant guests sometimes, and I’m at the restaurant for the majority of the week almost every week. I’m not saying that all this is necessarily the worst thing that could have happened this summer, but it’s been both tiring and overwhelming at times.
But, few and far between these long working days have been amazing, summer cliché days that absolutely blew my mind and made my summer memorable. The day my boyfriend took me to see Glen Hansard on June 20th. The day spent at Bluesfest on July 10th. The day I came home and just sat with my mom until early morning talking on August 2nd. There are a few stand-out days that I won’t forget from this summer; and while sometimes I feel as though I didn’t really do much, didn’t really go out much, didn’t really laugh much, I’m able to look back on those few perfect days and remember that while I may believe that it’s been all work and no play, it’s really all about how I look at it.
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