I love fall! More then any other season! I love the summer. The Fourth of July is the best holiday of the year (my b-day is the July 3, never ending party week.) I think Christmas is the best time of year. I love the smell of spring with all the flowers and freshness in the air. But, I love the fall, because of the feeling of change that comes with it. Fall to me means school (I love school), football games, hoodies, hot chocolate, bonfires, crisp cool morning and chilly nights. This is year is a little bitter sweet for me. This is my first year ever not being a missionary or a school girl. And I don't really know what to do with myself. I stepped outside the other morning and smelled fall in the air. And as I was driving to work I became so sad that I wasn't in Provo or Rexburg or Houston or Louisiana. I am in Chicago. And I am a responsible citizen of the United States who has hardcore taxes deducted from her paycheck twice a month and receives benefits and life insurance through her job. And that thought was just more depressing then I could handle. But, then I rolled down my window and took in a deep breath of fresh soon to be fall air and for three seconds I was content being in that exact moment. Not wishing to be in Rexburg enjoying a freezing morning as I hurry to campus or in Provo heading to a football game or in Louisiana (where I spent last fall) tracting with my comp or at the MTC (where I spent the fall before Louisiana) wondering what the heck I was doing trying to play missionary. For three seconds last week I was just happy and excited fall was coming to Chicago and that I could enjoy it as a single, semi-responsible, 20-something. And in those three seconds I was so excited for what the future held. And as I write this, I suppose that I still am.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Fall
I love fall! More then any other season! I love the summer. The Fourth of July is the best holiday of the year (my b-day is the July 3, never ending party week.) I think Christmas is the best time of year. I love the smell of spring with all the flowers and freshness in the air. But, I love the fall, because of the feeling of change that comes with it. Fall to me means school (I love school), football games, hoodies, hot chocolate, bonfires, crisp cool morning and chilly nights. This is year is a little bitter sweet for me. This is my first year ever not being a missionary or a school girl. And I don't really know what to do with myself. I stepped outside the other morning and smelled fall in the air. And as I was driving to work I became so sad that I wasn't in Provo or Rexburg or Houston or Louisiana. I am in Chicago. And I am a responsible citizen of the United States who has hardcore taxes deducted from her paycheck twice a month and receives benefits and life insurance through her job. And that thought was just more depressing then I could handle. But, then I rolled down my window and took in a deep breath of fresh soon to be fall air and for three seconds I was content being in that exact moment. Not wishing to be in Rexburg enjoying a freezing morning as I hurry to campus or in Provo heading to a football game or in Louisiana (where I spent last fall) tracting with my comp or at the MTC (where I spent the fall before Louisiana) wondering what the heck I was doing trying to play missionary. For three seconds last week I was just happy and excited fall was coming to Chicago and that I could enjoy it as a single, semi-responsible, 20-something. And in those three seconds I was so excited for what the future held. And as I write this, I suppose that I still am.
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I love fall, too. The crisp air, leaves changing.....it's fun. I can hear the high school drum line from my house. And now that I have a kid in school.....it's so WEIRD.
I hope you continue to enjoy the fall as a single "care-free" 20-something! Go to football games and bonfires! Figure out a fun Halloween costume!
i feel you...on all accounts!
A few weeks ago, we were hanging out at home on a Saturday, waiting to watch a BYU game on tv, and we saw everyone walking down to the stadium. Kevin and I looked at each other and were like, "We should come back and live in Provo someday!" We love the fall season so much and love being so close to all that BYU has to offer this time of year. We may need to grow up someday, but for now, being a student is fine with us!
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