In my mind, Sept. 1 marks the end of summer. Having never really left school—I’m forever bashing about college campuses—the year starts in the fall and ends in late spring. That’s when we had proper school years that started after Labor Day and continued into the first days of June.
I was one of those kids who couldn’t wait until summer ended and spent hours planning my outfit for the first day of school. Today, I find myself in a similar state of anticipation—delighted that this long, hot slog of a summer is coming to an end. There’s a bite of fall in the air, sweaters to be worn and summer’s tedious projects put to bed.
Anyone else glad that summer’s over?