It’s the first week of September and summer is slowly winding down. I don’t know what’s better – a crazy busy three months or some slow summer loving. This time of year really turned me upside down in 2016. It seems that every year I experience the hot months in a different way but it certainly reminded me of the summer of 2014 – where I didn’t get nearly as much done as I had planned. No time for blogging, barely time for photography. Just social responsibilities one after another. Being in a new relationship on top of this all – certainly a whirlwind of time.
I guess it all started with an epic trip to South America in June. Haven’t been able to catch up since. I have all of these wonderful posts lined up and I hope I will be able to get them out before my next trip, which is only in a few weeks’ time. That’s right – another trip. This time it is the West Coast again – and to a few cities I haven’t been able to see yet.
So what has this summer been about? Lots of eye-opening experiences. Pain, drama, love – you name it! Excursions to cool places upstate, a beach weekend in Fire Island, a few birthday celebrations. Frustrating housemate situations, new beginnings, and discovering what I want and what I don’t. It’s certainly been a roller coaster ride and I feel the waves are just now settling a bit. Every summer is obviously a lot about change and usually not too many things remain unchanged after. But this one has been particularly challenging in terms of people, time-management and discovering my purpose all over again.
And in between this all – I am still trying to catch my breath. To breathe in and to breathe out. For hopefully the busiest time will soon also pass. Coming home tonight from the last member’s night at the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens made me feel how short this summer has been overall. While the warm air is still lingering in the air, I could spot the one or other tree already changing its color and a breeze of fall swept past my face. My goodness – how time just flies by here. I have no clue how.
I just know one thing: I miss writing. Blogging. Posting things. Being in touch with other bloggers. I can’t ignore the creative urge that has been nagging me, pulling me to finally produce things instead of going to bed or relaxing.
So here it begins again.
