I have this weird, creeping suspicion that this summer is going to feel v. short and uneventful.

Reasoning: tied to Dartmouth abode until mid-August and cannot abandon homestead or cat occupants for more than a few days (unless I can get a friend/family member to look after the place–not likely, as they are ENJOYING SUMMER and do not want to be tricked into staying in D-town). I do not have a car, and neither does the boyfriend. Summer roadtrips, camping, visiting friends/relatives… it may not happen. Not sure if I even have vacation at work (a whole other tale, there).

So I’m not pumped for summer like I should be.

Things that would make me excited include: visiting Newfoundland, esp. Gros Morne, hanging out with friends and family in Fredericton (lofty goals, I know), making a fake-trailer for MEAT COVE (my dream movie), going on a ladies trip to New England to shop and cause trouble, spending time in Cape Breton (essential) and seeking out ultimate revenge on the jerk teenagers who bug me at my bus stop.

I would settle for going to the beach a few times, maybe…

We’ll see how this plays out.