I live in South Florida, and I really do love the sunshine and beaches, but there’s something very Twilight Zone about having no Fall.
I grew up in the north, and I never realized how you tend to measure your life with the changing of the seasons. Every memory from living here the past four years is all jumbled. Did we carve that huge pumpkin 2 years ago? Was that road trip last July or January?
I admit I was a little bummed, so I went out this weekend with my good friend Loudly Liz, to see if I could find any traces of Fall in this tropical limbo.
Now I know its not exactly the real thing, but I’m pumped for autumn nonetheless. I’m learning that you need to make things special yourself sometimes – no matter where you are. Falling leaves don’t bring friends and fun to your home – it never did.