It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life

It may be June 21 on the calendar, but Father's Day is the official start of summer in my parents' house.



I don't particularly love the town where my parents live, but I do love hiding away there in the warm months. As much as I love the city in the summer, there is something about being in suburbia on those long dog days. Perhaps it reminds me of my childhood: playing croquet in our front yard in Coral Gables or swimming in our pool with the lion head fountains in Dallas. I feel some sort of youth out there that I can't quite emulate here.

Last night, I went home and my dad and I went through boxes of my things. I flipped through yearbooks, photographs, and love letters. I realized that I can't remember the last time a member of the male species told me that he was crazy about me or something of a similar status. And that made me really sad. How did I have it more together in high school than I do now?

I read an old journal from seventh grade. I had to smile at the fact that I ended each entry with the same sentence: "I hope I have a good day tomorrow." What a smart, simple thought.

I don't know what it is but I constantly feel like I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. Life is quiet, and I can't complain, but it's certainly not very exciting as of late. Something needs to HAPPEN.

What I love about summer is that it brings about lots of new possibilities. This is the best time of year. The air is hot and the light is bright and things will change. They have to. I'm not sure about today, but...

I hope I have a good day tomorrow.