If you had told me a year ago as I was heading off to college for the first time that I would miss the brisk fall and dry atmosphere of Colorado, I might laugh and say you’re crazy. But here I am, winding down September of year two and you know what? I MISS IT!
I love the month of September. I just love the word, September. I want to get married in September. It just sounds so nice. It’s when autumn begins as well, which I love. In other places (Denver), September tends to be the month that brings the first hints of fall weather. Sometimes the first snowfall even comes in September. But here, in El Cajon? The Box decides to give us a 113 degree day, IN SEPTEMBER! I went outside to walk to the class I have across the street at 9 am, and I noticed how odd it was that it already felt the way most afternoons do down here.
It is unbelievable. As in, I actually don’t believe it. It is unable to be believed. It’s crazy!
October’s coming up here on Friday…October is my favorite month at home in Colorado, I think. The aspens turn their amazing bright colors, the air starts to feel cleaner and cooler, and it kind of sends little whispers that sounds like, “Christmas is coming!”
I don’t get much (any) of that in San Diego. And it makes me sad! I know that soon it will start to get cooler, and my acclimated self will embarrassingly have to bundle up a ‘lil when it drops all the way down to…50. And when that happens, I’ll be dreaming of home, and looking forward to the winter fix I’ll get in December..
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