Sometimes it just drives me crazy. I have these moments of feeling like I'm missing out on all kinds of summer memories because I'm stuck working.
I want a picnic, with friends and fireworks. I want to be exhausted from a day out in the sun and laughing too hard.
There is a chance that this is our last summer of 'summer work' (hopefully, anyway). Though we may still have to work holidays in the future, there is a chance we won't have to as well. And I'm holding out hope for the possibility of creating our own amazing summer traditions.
This Fourth of July, Matt and I were both done with work in time to catch fireworks. It was so nice to be a part of this fun American tradition.