So I’ve all but disappeared for the last three weeks. It’s a nutty time of the year for me.

In the past three weeks, I’ve run a swim-a-thon, spent close to 30 hours at Suburban League Swim Championships, and went on vacation with my family. And now, this week I’m getting ready to head back to school.

It’s nuts how fast summer goes by. I feel like I just finished my last final and here I am heading back to school.

It’s odd how much easier it is to head to school this year compared to last year. Last year, I spent the weeks leading up to my departure in tears. I slept for hours on end. In general, I was a terror to live with.

Yet, for some reason, my family continued to deal with me. And even missed me a little bit while I was gone.

This summer, I’m hardly a pleasure to deal with. I’ve been pretty weepy for the past two weeks, but not nearly as bad as last summer.

I’ve always been anxious about going back to school. At the end of every summer, I get antsy about heading back and the coming year. The funny thing is that I love school. I have since I was a kid. I thoroughly enjoy going to classes and learning.

So as I’m constantly telling people who ask if I’m excited to go back, “I’ll be fine once I get there.”
I’ve always felt waiting is the worst part of anything. I had X-rays a few years back and the waiting was worse than the injury itself.

So I’m in the worst part right now. I’m playing the waiting game.