What is a season? Is it just those thirteen weeks or 91 1/4 days that make up a spring, summer, fall or winter? Summer seems to be from Memorial Day to Labor Day, from the last day of school to the first day of school. Though the official day is toward the end of September and we can have warm temperatures well into October, summer is ending.
I can say that this summer has turned my world upside down. In good ways - but, in some not so good ways. I have spent this summer in the most amazing place in the world. I have loved pretty much every second, every minute, every hour, every day of working at the airport. I am seeing people come and go. I have seen the good and the bad. I've seen the normal and the strange.
I have had an amazing summer - even though I feel as though I have not had a summer. I have hardly seen my family. My husband and I are virtual strangers. I hope to have time to make up for that, on both counts during the next few weeks. My last day as a full-time seasonal employee is ten days away. I'm kind of happy to see it coming to a close - just so I can have that time to spend with my family and friends. I hope to have some time to use those flight benefits with my honey and see some amazing sights. All summer I have heard my co-workers talk of their journeys. I live in a world where people fly to Japan for a day to get their hair done, go to Paris or Austria for a couple of days, Hawaii in the middle of a possible hurricane - because they are guaranteed to sit in first class, or just head to Phoenix, Boise, San Diego, Seattle or other close by place to see their family on a whim.
The world I've been exposed to is not one I have any clue how to begin to live. But, I fully intend to do that. I intend to live and see the world. I intend to dream and expose myself to the things that I could never dream about before.
LIVING and DREAMING. LIVING and DREAMING. LIVING and DREAMING.
I can say that this summer has turned my world upside down. In good ways - but, in some not so good ways. I have spent this summer in the most amazing place in the world. I have loved pretty much every second, every minute, every hour, every day of working at the airport. I am seeing people come and go. I have seen the good and the bad. I've seen the normal and the strange.
I have had an amazing summer - even though I feel as though I have not had a summer. I have hardly seen my family. My husband and I are virtual strangers. I hope to have time to make up for that, on both counts during the next few weeks. My last day as a full-time seasonal employee is ten days away. I'm kind of happy to see it coming to a close - just so I can have that time to spend with my family and friends. I hope to have some time to use those flight benefits with my honey and see some amazing sights. All summer I have heard my co-workers talk of their journeys. I live in a world where people fly to Japan for a day to get their hair done, go to Paris or Austria for a couple of days, Hawaii in the middle of a possible hurricane - because they are guaranteed to sit in first class, or just head to Phoenix, Boise, San Diego, Seattle or other close by place to see their family on a whim.
The world I've been exposed to is not one I have any clue how to begin to live. But, I fully intend to do that. I intend to live and see the world. I intend to dream and expose myself to the things that I could never dream about before.
LIVING and DREAMING. LIVING and DREAMING. LIVING and DREAMING.
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