I woke up to that familiar autumn chill we'd been missing all month. The rather drizzly, overcast skies set the mood for a hot tea, snuggling, and good book filled day; I sighed and made plans for that later, getting ready for work, and headed out. I don't mind this weather, really I don't. Autumn is by far my favorite season; sweaters, cider, tea, crunching leaves in huge piles, the gorgeous array of fall colors sprayed among the fading green of the trees, my birthday of course is during this season, though I don't prefer autumn only for that reason, the gleeful shrieks of small children playing outdoors, and the last few months before I have to break out the heavy winter clothes. This version of autumn is definitely more Coloradoesque. Fortunately I live in Denver, where we average 300 days of sunshine a year, which makes the cold season more bearable.
I had the best intentions of starting a blog at the start of my college career of all my adventures. Alas, that didn't happen as I got caught up in the whirlwind of new beginnings, closing pages of finished chapters, and trying to "find myself" up here. I guess it's never too late to start, eh?
Senioritis is a real thing, don't let anyone tell you it's not. Mostly it's just a state of mind, procrastination at it's finest, a sense of urgency to finish school, to get out into the "REAL" world, the anticipation just building and building. I for one, am ready to begin the new chapter entitled "Post College: The Adult Life". I think. Maybe. In reality I just want to crawl back into my blanket fort, coloring pictures of princesses and the Madagascar penguins, pretending the world is my playground, and the blankets are my protected fortress, inside which I can be ignorant of the world and ignore all the not so happy parts. Honestly, I don't think it's all that bad, but it's just the comfort of childhood and all the innocence intact.
If I can survive the next eight weeks of projects, deadlines, and the seemingly endless piles of laundry, I can start what everyone tells me is the beginning of "the rest of my life." But then again, that's what they said about college, and so far, I think I've managed "the real world" fairly well.
