I've always been a big fan of fall. As nice as the heat and sun of summer can be, the beginning of fall somehow feels more productive, retaining enough of the nice weather that you can both get to wear new fall clothes, yet can still pull out a summer tank-top for afternoon/evening drinks with friends.
In theory.
I mean, I neither have new fall clothes (and probably haven't bought any since my second year of college), and I don't have the disposable income at hand for after-work cocktails, but it's the idea I'm in love with. You know, the fact I could do it if I really wanted to.
Or something.
Anyhoo, as much as I like summer, the period between the end of August and Christmas is the best time of the year.
Fall, back to school/uni (although, unless I am able to continue teaching at uni for awhile, it looks like my days are numbered for that one), Canadian Thanksgiving, weather finally gets cold and dreary, as soon as weather gets cold and dreary comes the Christmas season.
Did I mention the changing of the leaves is also one of my favourite features of this time of year? This is compounded by the cool fact this happens over months in my neck of the woods and not in a week like back home?
Anyway, the air is wonderfully crisp, and it's now dark again when I take Max out at six in the morning to do his business. No rollos + fall = more sleeping time in the dark.
(And who said historians can't do math?)
Maybe the rapid decline in temperature despite somehow being a little warm reminds me enough of home that the weather has put a sock in my homesickness this morning.
Did I mention I'm homesick again?
FFS, it's been almost five years since I left the first time. People always say that, as more time passes, trips back home will become less and less frequent, and homesickness will start to fade. For me, though, this year marks the first time I've actually gone home twice, and it's only the end of August. (Though I won't be going back again this year. My wallet can say that much.)
To be honest, I'm starting to feel a little bit desperate about the whole situation.
Okay, deep breath. Focus on how wonderful fall is. Focus on how wonderful fall is.
Ahhhh, okay, I'm better now.
(And yes, in looking quickly over this post I realize how random it is. Props to you if you can follow my thoughts. If not, well, let's just say I don't blame you. I'll try to refrain from blogging at 6:30 in the morning from now on, emphasis on the word try.)
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