I am a big Fall person. This unsurprisingly does not translate into crafting 6-foot-tall witches for my front porch or adding canned pumpkin to anything. It is never motherfucking gourd season in my home. What I do love, purely and wholeheartedly, is the theme of transition. From hellscape summer to chilly mornings. 8pm sunshine to coming home from work in the dark. Hovering on the edge of holiday madness (which I also love, but for different reasons). This year holds its own major transition, as I move out of the house that has been our haven for 12 years. My children grew up in it, from toddlerhood to high school graduation, navigating the new form our family took after divorce. We spent far too much time in it during the pandemic, and fought with it during the Snowpocalypse. It’s going to be very hard to leave it.
Three Things: Change is constant
Three Things: Change is constant
Three Things: Change is constant
I am a big Fall person. This unsurprisingly does not translate into crafting 6-foot-tall witches for my front porch or adding canned pumpkin to anything. It is never motherfucking gourd season in my home. What I do love, purely and wholeheartedly, is the theme of transition. From hellscape summer to chilly mornings. 8pm sunshine to coming home from work in the dark. Hovering on the edge of holiday madness (which I also love, but for different reasons). This year holds its own major transition, as I move out of the house that has been our haven for 12 years. My children grew up in it, from toddlerhood to high school graduation, navigating the new form our family took after divorce. We spent far too much time in it during the pandemic, and fought with it during the Snowpocalypse. It’s going to be very hard to leave it.