It's this strange feeling that's been all over me for a while. It's contradictory: I want to write and I don't at the same time. I barely write anything in the summer. No letters to my pen pals, no blog posts, no short stories in my notebook. I'll blame the summer, it's always like this:
However, pushing away my zero productiveness in writing as a hobby, I worked as a journalist for a local news website. This job made me face my fears and do things I've never been comfortable doing (e.g. call people I've never met multiple times a day, five days a week), but at the same time it's been an adventure. I love interviewing, and I had plenty of opportunities to do that. One of my greatest memories of the whole summer is the day I interviewed an Australian guy and his American girlfriend, who, thanks to a house exchange program, moved to a Lithuanian countryside. The two people from big cities now use water from a well, take care of ducks and grow their own food. Meeting them definitely was an opportunity I wouldn't have gotten otherwise.
Other than that, i also went to a music festival, which was way wetter than anyone could have expected. It rained for three days and tents were floating in water. We got lucky so our belongings didn't float, but others' did. Not being able to dry my wet clothes and cutting my toes whilst swimming on he sea on the first hour of a three-day festival was really annoying, but now that I am back and my cuts are healing, I remember that festival as one of the greatest adventures of the summer.
Yesterday I went to cheer for my friend and her boyfriend in the first-ever color run in Lithuania and that was amazing, too. Came back with my camera covered in pink dust paint and smiling from ear to ear :3
All in all, I can really say that my summer has been one of the best summers I had :)
