This is probably my favorite time of year. I always get excited about summer, but it’s never the same as the sheer joy I feel when autumn is creeping in. Even though I’m long past the “going back to school” days I still get the urge to stock up on school supplies. There is something almost magical about new pens, pencils, folders and notebooks. It will be fun to eventually buy that stuff for my children.
Fall hasn’t even officially begun, but I know it’s on its way. I can start to feel the crispness in the air. I have seen small clusters of red and gold leaves begin to peek out from giant green trees. My taste buds are turning toward pumpkin spice lattes (thank you Starbucks), apple cider, pot roast, chili, beef stew and doughnuts. I’m getting excited to resurrect my collection of sweaters and sweatshirts. I have my eye on an adorable pair of brown moccasins. My beloved navy blue “puffy vest” will make a comeback. I guess it’s all about food and fashion!
I always get an antsy feeling in the fall. I begin to daydream more. I look at where I am and where I want to be. I become uncontrollably nostalgic. I miss my grandma Marilyn everyday. I remember taking walks with her. I remember the pounds and pounds of candy corn she would consume this time of year. I remember eating chicken and biscuits with yellow gravy and cream chipped beef on toast at her apartment on Kingsville. I can hear her laugh and I can remember how soft she felt when we hugged. It brings tears to my eyes as I write about it.
I also remember cozy afternoons tucked inside our tiny duplex on Ontario St. I remember the poems I had to memorize for school. I remember taking walks to the Detroit Public Library near our house almost every school day. I remember playing with Ellen and John Paul when they were still practically babies. I remember not having a care in the world other than what I would wear to youth group that week.
At this point in time I’m wishing I didn’t have to go to work so that I could keep my house totally clean all the time, make dinners that take longer than 30 minutes to prepare, curl up on my couch and read for hours, and do the volunteer work at nursing homes that continues to pull at my heart strings.
For now I’ll keep sitting at this desk at work sharing my thoughts via blog. I’ll keep looking for my next job and I’ll keep hoping for the day that I get to stay home.