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Fall is my absolute favorite season. The very air outside smells delicious, like dusty, crackly leaves. Every cinnamon-y and pumpkin-y good thing is being baked, and apples are tasting more delicious than ever before. There's a crispness in the air that makes me want to be outside all the time, and hate that I have to make do by merely keeping my windows open. Fall is terrific.
But this fall is also making me kinda sad and nostalgic. Why? Because all I've been for the past three months is sad and nostalgic. At least I'm consistent.
I just want to carve pumpkins, attempt and surprisingly succeed at making delicious pumpkin cinnamon rolls, go to a corn maze, sit on a blanket and look at the stars, drink hot chocolate or apple cider, and roast marshmallows on an outdoor fire.
And I don't want to do those things by myself.
In summary, this is making me wish that fall would just hurry up and be over so I don't have to think about it any more.
I'm sorry, that's not how I intended this post to end up. I just wanted to talk about fall loveliness and how I would be happy if it was October and November all the time.
I promise, one of these days I will stop writing about how pitiful I am. But it is not this day.
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