
On May 3rd, I packed up my car and headed from Boston to Maine. Summer vacation, here I come! That seems like just yesterday. I had so many big plans for my long summer weekends with friends and family. I was going to go skydiving with my brother, white water rafting with my cousins and to Nashville with my friends to find ourselves some southern gentlemen to take home to Mommy (that’s normal, right?). Now, it’s the first week in August? You have got to be kidding me. Have I done anything I actually planned to do this summer?