That’s what I feel like with the end of summer and the start of school. It feels very, very anti-climactic this year without the hoopla of Back-To-School blitz everywhere and in your face. No commercials, no in-store displays vomiting pens and notebooks.. nothing. Just a day on the calendar that marked ’1st day of school’ and there it was- August 12th circled and SCHOOL written over it.
It’s Not About Stuff
Not that this way is wrong. Just not what I’m used to. We have yet to hit our official 1 year expat anniversary- so technically last year we were still in the US for the Back-To-School frenzy. I’ll admit, I kind of miss it. A little. But then I think that what we had this year with going back and it seemed, I don’t know. A little bit more intimate? A little bit more about the right of passage into a new school year and not about all the things.
I didn’t buy a single new outfit for any of the boys, nor a pair of shoes, lunch bag, backpack or even a drink cup! There was nothing wrong with the ones we had from last year- and with my continual effort to ‘cut down’ on the constant purchasing and obtaining of goods (with no place to put them) we just opted to not. Actually- we don’t ‘opt’ for anything. Summer just sort of ended without a bunch of fanfare and I seem to be the only one left without any closure.
Isn’t that silly? I am lamenting the fact that I don’t have any ‘closure’ to my summer. In fact that sounds downright pretentious and superfluous. Maybe it’s because I’m a mom with young kids- yet at the same time I know that this means another year, another all-too-brief golden season is over. Sheesh. Depressing much?
So we’re back in the groove- already this is week 2 of school and this morning when I woke up I realized it was just my husband and I and we were back to the old grind. Our summer of visitors and adventures has ended and I need to get back down to business. I suppose at this point I need to just be thankful that my children have some kind of magical internal alarm clock that goes off at 7:03am. Isn’t that weird? I still can’t figure out how they do that.
Without much fuss (ahem, well, there was a massive tantrum because someone wanted to wear last year’s Halloween costume as we were walking out the door) we went off to school and picked right back up into our routine like it never ended. Like the summer didn’t happen. Like we’ve known all along what we had to do- and where to go, and what happens next.
I sit here in a perpetual state of expectation. I think that’s a virus common to many of us expats. We are always waiting for what’s next… I am at this point right now- looking at a map, going through my emails… thinking where to? where should we go and when? Because I feel some kind of something about the end of summer- and in this house apparently I’m the only one. *cue violins*, right?
How are you taking the demise of summer? And how to get out of this funk?!