I can’t believe the “July 4th Weekend Triathlon” (LoveHampton, Chapter 8) is here already! June flew by and even though I’m staying in the Hamptons for the rest of the summer, I have a feeling that July and August are going to follow suit.

I’ve always wanted to do this–live out here “full time”–and I finally got all my ducks in a row this summer so I could swing it. Many of my friends have visions of me lying on the beach “phoning it in” via my new CrackBerry (a birthday present from my parents, thanks M&D!) but in truth, I am working. Hard. Though in the spirit of full disclosure, I am doing so in my bathing suit on the deck of my aforementioned house.

So far, the “Summer of LoveHampton” has been fun–hectic, busy, at moments stressful, gas-guzzling, but fun. My new favorite spot is the Surf Lodge in Montauk even though the night I went the sky was threatening a storm that never made good on its threat, so we didn’t get to eat there or see the sunset. Two weekends ago I attended the Love Heals at Luna Farm charity event (as featured in Chapter 6) with a big group of friends. While I didn’t run into any exes or get trashed on cheap champage, I did run into myself once or twice, so to speak, until I finally just chilled out and danced the rest of the night away. There may have been some post-party text-messaging and cold pizza, but nothing too dramatic. (I’ve decided to leave those kinds of shenanigans up to Miller and the gang.) And over the past week, I’ve gotten to celebrate my birthday with friends and family (you must check out Eartha Kitt at Cafe Carlyle this summer in NYC–she is my new hero) and plan to continue doing so through the holiday weekend when my nephew, niece and sister-in-law arrive from London at last.

I always say “Being in the Hamptons is what you make it” and it’s certainly true again for me this summer, as I balance work, friends, family, yoga, beach and something that has eluded me thus far, relaxation, but in a way, right now, that’s the thing I need the least. I love being busy and productive, connecting with the people I care about, driving past the corn fields with my mix CDs blasting, doing yoga almost every day and having an iced coffee klatch with my friend K. afterwards, and still keeping all of the balls that comprise my life in the air.

Now, if I could just figure out how to keep the sand out of my laptop keyboard, I’d be golden.