This summer was a summer of lasts. It was unknown to us how next summer would go. How long would we have together before we went our separate ways? So, this summer before senior year was spent soaking up both the sun and the fleeting time left with close friends. We all had adventures of our own, however any time in between was spent together on the beach, grabbing a bite, or huddled together on the sand as we watched the sun descend on our final summer nights in the place we call home. While being a summer of lasts, it opened doors to new beginnings as we all prepared to take on the next chapter of our lives. My summer depicted the true meaning of “bittersweet.” As the last rays of the summer sun faded over the horizon, I began my year of lasts, now wishing for time to move a little slower.