In October, I kind of get anxious to get nostalgic, but this year everything was way too fast

Today, the weather forecasts exterminated my last hope of a smooth summer ending. Yes, today is the last day of summer according to meteorologist…and also the day my little sister flew back to Mexico, my mother already left Innsbruck yesterday.

This June was the coldest in Austria for over three decades, July was the hottest since the 1960’s, and this august was the worst I’ve experienced (with daily temperatures under 20°C).

This summer’s highlights are few, but great: In July we picked up chanterells, I travelled to Barcelona to meet my and I stayed with old, good friends. Two weeks later, my mom and I picked up my sister at Munich’s airport and drove to Berlin, where we stayed from Saturday to Tuesday with temperatures around 30°C…sweet!

I see autumn as a catharsis. In spring, bodies and hormones explode, during summer I sleep less, I am happier, I meet many people and go at least twice a week to the theatre square and drink wine with Hannes, Isabella, Verena, Lisa…and this year even my mom.

But in autumn everything becomes slower, the days turn shorter and the raindrops are no longer warm.

My mom and my sister just left, Hannes is in Norway and Verena is leaving to Italy with her boyfriend this Saturday.

Next week will be hard. I will come back from work and I won’t dine with 66% of my family and my two sidekicks will be only reachable via SMS.

Normally, around October, I kind of get anxious to get nostalgic, but this year everything was way too fast…I am still not prepared…this fucking summer was way too short :-(