It’s the end. The days have been already getting chilly during the early mornings. I’m getting excited about Fall fashion. Beaches have closed. Not excited about that.
Summer is officially over. Yes, it’s sad and all I can think of is that “Winter is coming.”
OK, not Game of Thrones. I mean, I honestly just needed to add Jon Snow to this post because I’m so depressed about Summer leaving me.
Time for big sweaters, tall boots, cute beenies, scarves and gloves. No more shorts (not that I wear them anyway), tank tops, flip flops, summer dresses. Good bye pools and beaches, flowers and green grass, summer breeze and driving with the windows down. Now the nights will start at 5pm instead of at 8pm.
Oh Summer, how I will miss thee so. I’m so sorry that I didn’t spend enough days outside enjoying the sun rays. I’m sorry that I didn’t swim in my pool more times than I can count on one hand. The nostalgia is killing me and mt heart breaks.
I don’t get you people who don’t love Summer. You’re a bunch of weirdos. #SorryNotSorry
I didn’t even do most of the things I said I was going to do. But that’s ok. We have next summer. I’m just sad this entire year has been such a blur. I remember almost nothing and of course, just like last summer, I only went to the beach once. Mashable summed it up pretty well. I feel exactly like this. So this is my good bye to my favorite season.
I love you, Summer, and I can’t wait to see you again.