I can’t help it, I’m getting very nostalgic these days.
Maybe it’s the fact that I’ll have another child come December. Maybe it’s the fact that my first baby is about to turn three. Or maybe it’s the fact that there is a chill in the air, the back to school signs are going up and we are buying clothes that are fuzzy and warm. Whatever it is, I’m starting to get a excited about Fall.
I always loved Fall when I was younger. I loved buying new, fresh and shiny school supplies. I loved the new clothes, the excitement of a new teacher and a year full of promise and the thrill of the unknown. Then it was time for college and it was thrill of leaving home, my comfort, everything I knew. The excitement of moving into a dorm where I knew NO-ONE. The unknown was bigger than I could possibly imagine and I was in it alone, still a child, but balancing precariously on the edge of adulthood. Starting something new just like every year before, in the Fall.
Football games in the cold crispy weather, an excuse to snuggle with the boy you liked under a wool blanket at the game, kicking and diving into the leaves on the way to class. The way that the light changes from that bright summer day to a duskier, richer color of Autumn. How the leaves are burnished golds and reds against a crystal clear fall sky. Seeing your breathe crystallize against a dark night sky, studded with stars.
And now it’s that time of year again, when the air starts to change and you can smell Fall just on the horizon. And my kiddo is going to school… with new clothes and new teachers and new exciting times ahead. And I can’t help but be a little bit jealous of that feeling… for all those times that I miss… for all those years so long ago and the promise of something new and unknown.
Because I mean, I was just so COOL back then…
