I remember how great summer was in high school: "OMG. No homework, and I can hang with my friends whenever I want!"
Now, after my first year of college, I can only think of the reasons I want summer to end.
Reason number one? My roommate.
After bonding all year and becoming best friends, my roommate, Oyin, and I were ripped apart from each other in May as finals ended. I returned home to Florida, while she drove back to Tennessee.
How do you go all year being inseparable to being separated for three months? Well, with only two weeks of roommate-less living left, I have barely survived.
When I go out on Friday and Saturday nights, I get ready alone and have no one to remind me that less clothing is not necessarily better. Modesty is not a bad policy. And when I actually go out on Friday and Saturday nights, I actually have to mind myself, because there's no one there to check my behavior.
When I watch Netflix, I watch it alone. I don't have a fellow "Gossip Girl" lover in my midst. No one is there to talk with me about how Chuck Bass is God's gift to the Earth.
When I go to Walmart, it is always during the brightest hour of the day or not at all. I have no one to go to Walmart with at midnight, even if I really just want another microwavable bowl of chicken soup. I'm not taking that trip alone now.
Whenever I go to Moe's, I eat alone, and I don't just eat alone: I eat alone in my car in the Moe's parking lot because my Moe's dinner date lives over 500 miles away from me. Why would I want to sit alone in Moe's staring at an empty seat in front of me while trying to justify my burrito bowl? I wouldn't.
Whenever I sleep through my alarm, I really sleep through it. No one throws a pillow at my head to wake me up.
And when I wake up on time, I have no one to throw a pillow at.
When my thoughts won't let me sleep, I only have two options: talk to myself and risk very strange encounters with my family or keep them internalized. I always pick the latter.
When I have to run errands, I ride solo because no one wants to walk into the Dollar Store with me to pick up deodorant.
Yes, we do that together.
When I try to decipher subtweets, I don't have a second opinion, so naturally I overreact. According to my logic, there have been over 100 subtweets about me this summer.
I haven't gone to brunch all summer long. At this point, I'd voluntarily eat in Cowan...just kidding.
When I have an awesome or hilarious or absolutely unfortunate story to tell, I have to tell it over text. It's just not the same.
When I want to recreate a vine or try something stupid, I have no one to do it with. I've been waiting to create the sequel to our sweatshirt-creature video since I left Centre in May.
The next two weeks could not go by any faster.
It's true when they say distance makes the heart grow fonder. I just want my Moe's date back.
