All pictures taken by myself and by Lisa.
Wearing: dress - Forever 21, blazer - Urban Outfitters, sunglasses - Target
I was greeted by the high pitched squeals of small children when I walked into work on Sunday.
I sighed deeply as I walked behind the customer service desk and attached my name tag to my shirt. Rubbing my tired eyes, I sat down on the swivel chair and surveyed the room.
I had arrived in the midst of a Buzz Light-year themed birthday party, complete with screaming tots and a Toy Story cake.
A couple of bathing suit clad hooligans streaked past the desk, laughing like hyenas and leaving a trail of water throughout the community center.
I inched up in my seat and peered over the looming desk to look outside. The swimming pool was a mess of activity. Little kids everywhere.
Through the window, I saw one of my co-workers mouth the words, “No running!” to a couple of small girls in pink bathing suits who continued to ignore him.
I plopped back down on my seat and sighed for the second time.
A little while later, after the presents had been opened and the cake had been consumed, the hyped up kiddies were ushered into the swimming pool to the relief of the worn out parents.
I was explaining my theories about the new Christopher Nolan movie, Inception, to one of my co-workers when I heard the sound of children yelling outside.
One of my other co-workers walked in.
“Fecal matter in the pool,” he said grimly.
I got up and walked out to the patio. A horde of miniature party goers were crowding around the pool, craning their necks to look in the water.
“Somebody pooped in the pool!” one of them shrieked. He was met with a resounding chorus of, “Ewwwwww!” by the other children.
“All right, everybody out! The pool is closed for the rest of the day!”
After the masses had picked up and left and the pool had been decontaminated, I was met with the beautiful sound of…silence. I half expected a tumble weed to blow through the facility.
We finished cleaning up and enjoyed peace and quiet for the rest of the afternoon.
Just another day on the job.
Later on, at around midnight, Dante and I pulled up to the McDonald’s parking lot and walked inside.
I jerked open the door and walked up to the counter. The place was deserted.
“Small French fries and one apple pie, please,” I said to the tired looking server.
“Would you like two, ma’am?”
“No, that’s ok, I only want once.”
“It’s the same price.” She looked at me from behind the resister.
“I’m fine, thank you, I just want one. Did you know that in Japan, the big sodas and the small sodas cost the same price in the vending machines?”
“Really? That’s cool! So you’ve been to Japan?”
I snorted, “I wish. But I just like that concept, you know? Just take what you need. I’m only going to eat one apple pie, so why buy two?”
She smiled, “Well, your order will be ready soon.”
I turned away from the counter and maneuvered around the janitor who was mopping the floor.
Dante was talking to someone on his cell phone; he made a face at me and sat down at a table. When my food was ready, I scooted down next to him and extracted my warm fries from the bag.
After we had finished our late night snack, we piled back into his car and drove home.
We arrived at my house and stood for a minute leaning against his car in silence. The streetlight projected a beam of light that encircled the driveway, trapping us within its glare.
I broke through the silence. “You know, it’s scary and kinda sad to think that our lives will never be the same again after this summer. We will never exist in this state of mind, we will never exist in this moment ever again,” I mused.
He nodded sadly, “Soon we’ll be saying goodbye to everyone we know.”
It’s true. This is the last time that I will ever truly belong in my house with my parents. After this summer, my home will never quite feel the same way again when I come to visit from college. My relationship with my family and friends will always be just a bit off, just a bit out of tick; a morphed version of what it used to be.
I’ll always be longing for this summer with a kind of fuzzy minded nostalgia. I’ll always be looking back to this time period and I’ll miss the mundane moments, the annoying moments, and the carefree moments. This will always be the summer before the rest of my life.
“But I just like that concept, you know? Just take what you need.”
Enjoy it while you can, just take what you need.