It's September

This means that I only have a little more than a week until school starts. Ian was excited when his classes began but all I feel is dread. Did I mention that I'm loving this summer? Now it's coming to an end. Next year I will be graduating (touch wood) and getting a real job. It feels like all lazy summers are coming to an end. . . forever. I know this isn't true and that I'm being melodramatic but it still feels that way. Clover would probably tell me that it's okay to feel that way. That's right Clover, sometimes I hear you talking in my head. Where does this put me in the 5 stages of grieving?