Something about fall makes me more introspective. I don't think I'm the only one, am I? Maybe it's because I don't have to think about how dang hot it is all the time (Yes, I said dang, and I frequently say dangit, much to my husband's amusement). Perhaps it's because fall always marks another year that I've aged. Maybe it's because it's knitting season again. Or then again, maybe I just think a lot.
I looooooooove autumn. It's always been my favorite season. It makes me miss Georgia fiercely. The leaves changing in those deciduous forests never fail to entrance me. And maybe make me a little bit hungry; they look like Fruity Pebbles. I'm pretty sure I discovered how much I loved this about GA before I left. And now fall makes me nostalgic and a bit homesick for the south. It's like remembering only the good parts of a relationship gone bad. I mean, I don't sit around in the summer thinking about how much crappier it probably feels in GA. And it does feel crappier. I even relish the humidity when I go back to visit. But when I lived there? I HATED the humidity. So, don't go thinking that I want to move back or anything, Mom. That is definitely not where I'm going with this post.
Actually, I don't really exactly know where I'm going with this post. I was just surprised at how crisp and cool the air was today, and fall always makes me think of home. And thinking of home makes me nostalgic and introspective. There you have it. That's why fall makes me more introspective. I've answered my own question.
I am soon to go to a state I have never before been to, but I have wanted to see for a long time. Hello Montana! I'm finally going to go visit a friend of mine there. I'm really excited to go! We're going to do all sorts of crafting and sewing and knitting and crocheting and jewelry making, and we're just going to be very very busy, as you can imagine. Stay tuned for pictures if I can remember to take my camera with me to take them...