I would give anything for it to be July, for me to be at my cape house, on the bottom bunk talking to my best friends about how fun tomorrow is going to be. To know that all I have to worry about is getting a sunburn. To be so excited for tomorrow and what it will bring. To know that after sailing that so many adventures will happen with my favorite people on earth, and that no one will stop us because it’s summer and no one will care what were doing cause were just a couple of kids having fun. I want that so so so badly. I want pizza for dinner and to walk to the ice cream store with bare feet and race each other to the beach. To have my only problem be that there’s a couple mosquitoes. I want to have freckles on my nose and salt in my hair even after a long, outdoor shower. I want my feet as hard as rocks and I want bruises on my shins from the boats and scrapes on my knees from playing outside like a child. I want to sleep with the window open and doze off to the symphony of crickets and the buzz of the fan that turns into white noise. I want fresh blueberries and peaches for breakfast and I want good morning texts from my summertime friends. I want the beach to be a walk away, i want sunrises and sunsets. I want cape cod baseball league and Saturday day trips to the vineyard and Nantucket. I want to catch fish and I want to collect hermit crabs and seaglass. I want to lay in the hammock and take a nap. I want a break from Facebook and my “real life” friends and the drama that it all creates. I want ocean avenue and I want the sunroof open and I want the absolute bliss that summertime brings.