The high today is 80. I worry about the weather here. I’m pretty damn flighty and neurotic, but seriously.
Despite all the back and forth and ups and downs, autumn is definitely settling in nicely here in DC. Which means.. a lot of things, really.
Good bye, Rose. Hello, Port!
Good bye, wussy Hefeweizens. Hello, Oktoberfest, in all your malty deliciousness!
Good bye, skirts and tank tops. Hello, sweaters! I love you, sweaters!
Good bye, baseball, and good grief, good riddance! I love football season.
Good bye, trashy magazines by the pool. Hello, re-reading Wuthering Heights and taking up knitting again!
Also, though, good bye to just a little bit of my sanity. I come slightly unhinged every year around this time, which might account for the rabid knitting.
Last year was the worst. My roommate of two years was leaving me, for Chicago of all places. I had lost my best friend and moved in with a stranger all at once. I truly would not have made it through that experience if I hadn’t had such wonderful parents and a fabulous boyfriend.
However, I think there was more at play than just a confluence of shitting moving events. So many people see fall as a restorative, new beginning kind of time, after all the stifling heat of summer. And I see that. But I also see it as what has been a time of ultimate turmoil for the last… oh, I don’t know, every single year of my life!
Growing up in America, there are big changes every year at the beginning of autumn. These changes are amplified by all those years of leaving for college, rather than just the school down the street. You would think I’d be through with that, but somehow I still have myself on an autumn move schedule. Maybe at this rate I should just keep unsettling myself so I’m good and prepared when my wee little ones are ready for kindergarten. And at the rate I’m going, then I will move into the nursing home.
