The end of the semester is so close, I can taste it. Summer. When we were kids, summer was so much sweeter. With no school, there were no worries, only sunburnt shoulders and noses to tend to. Summer was all about making each day last as long as it possibly could, and waking just before noon to start all over again. Summer was about adventures in cars, on mountains, living between the earth and stars, and finally being able to breathe freely. But with the passing of each year, all of that is quickly fading.

I need to worry about expenses. I have to find a better job. I have to be more responsible, and grow up. Summer for grown-ups doesn't seem all that special. Where is the romance? Where is the excitement? What is there to look forward to with the life of an adult?

Tell me. Really. Are there big grown-up things, like summer, for me to get excited about? Am I overlooking something? Or is it all downhill from here?