In the end of the semester rush, when finals had finished, tearful goodbyes had been exchanged and more stuff than I ever imagined could fit was crammed into my parents’ car, I forgot how long summer break really is.

The first week was a blur of rekindling my passionate love affair with Netflix and Amazon Prime Watch Instantly. Hour upon hour was consumed in our intimate reunion. We barely got off the couch, so tangled up in each other were we, and we only surfaced to hunt for snacks. That first week, before my internship began and my hopes of finding a waitressing job had been squashed, was a blissful haze of relaxation. I did not even really miss my friends from school all that much. I had Netflix and 3 meals cooked for me daily, what more could I need?

But I forgot the essential thing a 20-something college student needs in her life — friends in close proximity. I do not have very many friends left at home from my high school days, particularly because I commuted to a private Jewish high school an hour and a half away on the other side of Boston, the one friend who is here works two jobs and is pretty busy on a regular basis. There also seems to be an unwritten rule that past Junior year, no one comes home for the summer.

Or maybe it is written. Maybe this belongs to that College Kid Code of Laws that I seemed to have misplaced after freshman orientation. You know, the one that decrees that sitting in your bed and knitting on Saturday night is not an acceptable pastime and if you do all of the readings for your classes and attend them regularly, you’re a total nerd (coincidentally, both are things I find myself doing pretty often).

So, not having my rulebook to guide me, I came home this summer and unknowingly resigned myself to, what I have christened, the Most Boring Summer Ever. This wondrous adventure has been filled with an abundance of quality time with my mother (whom I love and treasure as a fount of infinite wisdom, Hi mom), my couch, my dog, and my knitting- so far I’ve completed two scarves and am working on my third, contacted me if you have a request, I need more things to do.

This is not to say that my summer has been a total dud. My internship turned out to be great life experience for a rising senior and a lot of fun, if a little isolated and lonely (the theme of my summer, it seems). But after applying to practically every restaurant north of Boston and being soundly rejected by them all (and by that I mean never hearing back from any of them- rude, north shore restaurants, very rude) I had to accept that I would not be granted opportunities to mingle with my peers. I was, however, blessed with the opportunity to see Taylor Swift, everyone’s favorite perky Princess of Perfection, live in concert at the Met Life stadium in July.

Along with 60,000 of my closest friends ranging in age from 5 year-olds to two separate and extremely drunk Bachelorette parties, we watched her fling her arms artful to make up for the fact that she can’t dance, sing her heart out decked in a spandex glitter bodysuit, and strut down her catwalk/ stage with all her model BFF’s. It was an amazing evening (I’m being serious, I loved it. I didn’t sit down for the whole 2 and 1/2 hours).

But aside from this one, rocking, experience, my summer has basically been driving to the office, sitting there for 4-5 hours while I take breaks from online shopping to scrolling through my friends that stayed at school’s pictures and snapchats of the fun barbeques they are having, driving home, picking up an iced coffee for my mom and then sitting on my couch until it is socially acceptable to go to bed. My big weekly outings are when I go running or swimming at our JCC’s outdoor pool or my mom decides to take me out to lunch. She really is my only friend here. Her and my dog.

So my readers, I say this to you. No matter how beautiful your hometown gets in the summer, no matter if you basically live in a "Summer in New England" postcard a mere five minute walk from the beach — unless you have a guaranteed group of friends or a job that actually pays you, stay at school this summer. Because summer is longer than you think it is and apparently summer school is where it's at. "It" being, you know, not completely bored.