September has come and gone. It kind of snuck up on me - the end of August found me racing around, finishing up my summer job, packing/moving, hanging out with my mom and brother who came to visit. On September 1st, I was driving with them to a tiny place in Washington called Vaughn and we spent the next couple of days in a blissful rural bubble of a vacation home. Then the three of us flew to the Philippines and September 5 got lost into the time warp of the international date line. All of a sudden I was across the Pacific Ocean and it was September 6. That's when I realized. Hello September.
September is my favorite month. I always feel good about September. My birthday is in September. I estimate that about 25% of my friends (maybe more?) also have September birthdays. It's a good month. It feels fresh and new - perhaps because the school calendar has always been more significant to my life and changes in my life than the lunar calendar. September always feels like a time for beginnings, blank slates, and renewal. It's the beginning of fall - finally, a respite from the persistent summer air, crisp mornings, hay rides, autumn colors, scarves, crunchy leaves to walk in...
And now September is over. And with that, my travels (which I shall be describing in my next blogs) are over and I'm back in Seattle. Seattle is much further north than where I've spent most of the autumns of my life thus far. And here, fall is a much shorter season. And with fall passing, the realities of winter set in. That its going to be dark. And wet. (Side note: I'd much rather have snow than rain, but I live in Seattle. It was the same case in Williamsburg. I probably should move to Colorado - I hear it's sunny there in the summer AND winter, but they get actual snow) I'm not ready for winter. September, why must you only come once a year?
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