I kind of hate to admit it, because fall is seriously my favorite season, but I’ve sort of been dreading the start of fall and I don’t know why. I love everything about fall. The cool crisp air, the changing leaves, the start to the holidays, pumpkin flavored goodies, warm beverages, the list goes on.
But for some strange reason, I feel like my summer was short lived. Maybe it’s because I was planning on having a house to decorate by now and I’m disappointed that I don’t. I really did have a good summer.
If I’m being honest, I think the real reason is that I’m not starting school. This is the first fall in the history of my life (since I turned 5) that I’m not going back to school. Even in Hawaii I had my internship. Summer was always the signal of a break in academics and a chance to relax. But I didn’t get that this summer. I didn’t get a break from wife or mom duties and life is just continuing as usual, the only change being the weather.
It’s like I’m jealous that the seasons are allowed to change while my life is staying the same. I don’t have school to prepare for or homework to do or anything like that.
Wait a second! Did I just insinuate that I’m sad that I’m not in school? This is unreal. Never in my schooling career did I ever think I would be sad to be done. I guess I’ll just have to wait until Evelyn is in school and live vicariously through her. Oh dear, that’s a sad thought.
I don’t plan on being one of those moms. I have to get out of this season changing funk. I think the best way to do it is to plan a whole host of fun season changing activities that will signal to me, “Hey brain, this is the new way for you to know that the weather is changing cause you can only do these things during this particular weather.”
So expect a report on hay rides and pumpkin patches and haunted houses and such. I will be happy it’s fall, I WILL.
I wonder if Starbucks makes a non-coffee version of the famous pumpkin spice latte.