September is my favorite time of year at home, so I’m really excited that I was able to get time off for vacation then. There is so much that I love about home that I’ve missed so much, and now that I’m down to less than two weeks till my trip, I’m anxious.
Oh, the things I love about home in September…
The nights are cold – you’d have to close the windows or toss an extra blanket on the bed at night. And you’ll get your first frosts then – not killing frosts, but light one – and despite them the days are fairly balmy, usually in the 70’s, but you can feel a chill on the northern breeze. All of the summer tourists have gone home by then, and the fall leaf peeper tourists haven’t come up yet, so you don’t have to share the area with idiot out-of-towners.
I’m looking forward to getting up early to drive the 20 minutes to the beach to run… and it will be chilly enough that I’ll be in shorts and a hoodie, and I’ll cringe when the surf splashes my feet, because the water will only be about 55 degrees. I’m looking forward to apple picking with my mamma, and helping my brother and Amy get things ready for the new baby. I’m anxious to do barn chores with my dad, and have afternoon tea with my grandmother. And my boys – oh, how I’ve missed them. There will be drunken ridiculous with the cops I used to work with. They’ve already called my mother and gotten permission to crash on her couch a few nights. And adventures with my girls… the town will be shaking its head and clucking its tongue at the shenanigans, I’m sure. They usually do, at any rate.
Yeah, I’m ready to go home. Twelve days. I’ll make it. :)
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