Challenge 52: Fallin’ in _______: My Season
This is going to sound totally self-absorbed, but I’ve always associated Fall with myself. Let me explain, before you think I’m a total weirdo!
My birthday is September 28th, and every year my parents love to tell the story of me and the weather. When my mom entered the hospital to have me, it was summer. When she left, it was fall. I hear this year after year (even some of my friends have had the privilege of hearing it, too) and I suppose over time, it just became my own personal folk lore.
I also am a huge fan of Halloween, since it’s the only acceptable time of year to still play dress-up as an adult. And a bonus is that I additionally get to break out my killer cardigan (and scarf) collections!
Back when I was a student, the start of classes was always really exciting, and a little nerve-wracking. I was always pretty ready for the time to come, and didn’t mourn summer all that much. Getting to buy all new supplies and fuss over my schedule was right up my anal-retentive-OCD-whatever-you-want-to-call-it alley. I miss those days when the weather changes!
Fall is like the letter A, the number 1, the first page of a book or a fresh piece of paper. It’s the beginning for me, and I can always feel it, every year. Sure, leaves may be dying, but Fall, for me, is a fresh start.