Come the end of May, we’re off to the races, packing every single weekend with stuff to do, places to go, trying to suck every last drop of daylight out of the summer. Then before we know it, poof, it’s over, September rears its head, and we go back into hibernation for six months.
But we also know that summer is when the prices rise. Gas goes up, hotels get booked, the beach is jam packed with blankets not a patch of sand to spare.
So is that it? Does life suck on May 19th and suddenly turns up a notch on May 26th? No. Life goes on, things still happen outdoors, people still vacation in January, just like they do in July.
But the rush is on.