Prompt: Changing colors, dropping temperatures, pumpkin spice lattes: do these mainstays of Fall fill your heart with warmth — or with dread?
As someone raised with only one real season: Summer, I can confidently say the mainstays fill me with warmth.
Seeing leaves change color in person is truly wild- especially since some start super early while others really hold out. Now when it comes to dipping temperatures it’s hands down my favorite part. This past winter I learned the joys of sleeping with a cracked window on frigid nights and let’s just say there’s no going back.
With this being my second Autumn I’m hoping to really get out and do all the staple activities…I just need to remember what those are exactly.
P.S. I’ve never had a pumpkin spice latte, but I’m thinking this may be the year.
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It’s officially American Football Season which means Sundays are now a day when I do whatever strikes me while my partner keeps up with their team(s).
Today we were in our usual meal prep routine when they set up the T.V. for their game. In a hilarious twist of fate- he realized we’re now in a different broadcasting region. For those thinking “what does that mean?”, it means the games shown are tailored to where we live, so instead of getting the Dolphins like he wanted…he was getting the Bengals.
The dramatics that ensued were *chef’s kiss*.
I mentioned how local sports bars would probably have it, but refusing to be brought down, he pulled the game up on his laptop and is currently watching while cooking.
I have to admit: I admire his loyalty and drive to watch the game.
I, on the other hand, am biding my time until November 20th…
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P.S. For those wondering- November 20th is when the World Cup starts and is the only time I come out of sports hibernation.
One week has passed since my wedding ceremony and I can honestly say…it hits different.
Did I cry? Nope. Neither myself nor my husband cried (likely because we legally wed in July). Interestingly, it wasn’t until I left my mom’s rental the following night that I got misty eyed. Something about leaving my family to head home, knowing they were flying out in the morning…everything suddenly felt cemented. There I was at twenty-six having hit all the old school “milestones of adulthood” and it was a cluster of emotions.
There was certainly joy.
I was happy so many friends and family were able to be part of it with us. I was happy people had a great time. I was happy to be culturally married- if that’s the right way to describe it. I was happy nothing went awry….
At the same time though, I was sad.
Sad in realizing the roots I’d laid down states away from family and friends were now anchored. Sad in the sense I’d closed out a life stage and was now closer to my most imminent fear- death.
Thankfully, my partner was chatting with me on the phone for most of the drive which helped keep it together.
These last several days have been a blur thanks to me going right back to work, but I’m hoping this weekend will get me back on track rest wise.
Photo by My Mother
P.S. If anyone reading this attended the wedding- I want to thank you for coming and I apologize if you experienced altitude sickness!