Fall is my favorite time of year. It always has been. Fall days feel cozy to me, and it doesn't take much more than that. The smells, the colors, the new school supplies...in an ironic way, it feels new to me: the air is crisp, with just a hint of cold hidden behind blue sky and yellow leaves; school is starting, with a chance at new classes (maybe THIS is the semester I will want to write those papers), new friends, new food in the caf...we can hope; and the afternoons are full of Shaker Village, long drives, and homework OUTSIDE.
Ok, so you love fall Anna, we get it. But its NOT Fall so, your point, if you will. Here it is: I am staring out my window right now and it looks like this
Gross. Now, I know that part of the beauty of spring - daffodils (my fav), baby animals, and warmer weather - come from days like this. And sometimes days like this give you the chance to run like an idiot in the pouring down rain with your
very best friend. BUT these days also make me sleepy, totally unmotivated, and desperate to spend every last second with the greatest people ever who are graduating in - cringe - 27 days.
These people:
Try and tell me they're not awesome.
Some days you just need a road trip.
Euchre, Coffee, Pumpkins...see - Fall - its the best
So Springtime makes me sad sometimes. Or maybe reminiscent is a better word. But even as the thought of these wonderful people leaving scares me so much, I am so excited. Because Fall only gives the illusion of newness - Spring is the real deal. These people are moving on to do the most AMAZING things and I could not be more excited for them. I will remain here, in this place that I really do love, with some of the other
most amazing people ever.
But, please guys, come back and see me. We can play Euchre and run in the rain.
