First Snow

It's the first snow of the year so naturally all I can think about is summer. I love snow, especially the first one, but I love summer so much more. Allow me to reminisce...
My summer began deceptively well. I had just finished my first year of grad school and immediately went on vacation with my mom and sister to Rockport. It has become a sort of tradition for the 3 of us to spend a few days there at the beginning of summer. I collected a ton of sea glass, ate as much food as I could and hung out on the balcony connected to our room. Rockport is one of my favorite places to visit. After this trip I spent Memorial Day weekend on The Cape with the family of my roommate's friend and then after this I went camping with some of my friends. Yes, the summer began with a bang-  but then camp started.
I was working full-time as head camp counselor for a group of 30 7-9 year-old's, a group that I was just a counselor for the previous summer. After that first summer, I got camp amnesia and decided that I missed the kids more than I disliked the place so I returned with the promise of getting a promotion. Now I was in charge of a large group of kids and set myself on a one-way road to misery. I worked with incompetent people, in a group of children that needed more help than I could give them and we had very little resources to keep all these children entertained. One of the children was autistic, a handful of them had ADD and the rest were getting into fights or just not interested in being at camp. It was a nightmare. 
This is when this terrible, depressed, hopeless feeling began to set in. But then my weekends would come, and they were amazing. I spent them on my friend's dad's boat cruising down the Connecticut River past Gillete Castle and Chris Dodd's house and we would pull into a harbor and lounge on inner tubes with a Coors Light in hand. Or my friends and I would just drive around and go on adventures- looking for interesting trails or beaches, or they would come up to Boston and we would get Brunch at the bar down the street and then spend the rest of the afternoon on my building's roof which has a great view of downtown Boston. These weekends were my salvation and gave me hope that when this job ended, I would feel better. That this sinking feeling would go away and I would be happy again.
Of course, we know that this isn't how things went down. I was relieved to be done with the job but those feelings still stuck close, and got worse. But now things are changing yet again. It's been about 2 months since I made my decision to leave school and my life is moving forward at a snail's pace. But it's moving, so I'm...happy.

And now it's snowing. I'm glad for the change and that the year is coming to a close. It means that there is another summer coming up and even though this past summer wasn't all terrible it certainly could have had a couple more good days sprinkled in. So while the snow falls and Christmas nears, I'll be dreaming of a happy summer, with days that are merry and bright.