I tend to get a little homesick in the fall. I think it's because some of my favorite small town childhood memories were wrapped up in fall activities - high school football, the fall play, the day off of school and carnie extravaganza that is the Apple Festival. I also have a very vivid memory of walking the few blocks home from school after a Girl Scout meeting or something in the twilight and saw our home's kitchen light blazing and feeling warm and loved and happy. The last time I was in my hometown in the fall my sweet nephew was still an infant and now he's sounding out words, so it's been some time. My mom was getting ready to move south in a few months and I remember coming home from spending an hour or so at the Apple Fest for lunch and feeling nothing but glad that I wouldn't have to come back there on a regular basis as it was, frankly, a sad place. I don't want it back, but I miss it.
Over the last several months I have, essentially, started my life over. Sounds dramatic, I know, but that's how I roll. I've committed to healthy(ish) eating and regular exercise. I've gotten girly and like things like facials, regular salon appointments and cute dresses. I've gotten to the final business-y stages of a divorce. I'm planning a move in a month to a lovely rental home with an actual washer/dryer and more space than 1 person and a little cat need. I am, for the first time in a very long time, happy. It's wonderful and genuine. Of course there are bad days when I feel like I may not be able to take the next breath, but somehow I do and life moves on.
But... I miss things. I miss Five Guys burgers and the free time I had when I wasn't lacing up the sneakers every day. I miss the extra money I had before I started covering up the gray every 8- 10 weeks. I miss being married. A lot. I miss not having so much to think about. I'm going to miss my neighborhood and routine. I kind of miss the complacency.
I absolutely don't want these things back. My everyday mood and energy and work life and relationships are healthier than they've ever been and I wouldn't trade that for anything. But I miss things. Can't help it. It's a feeling I don't really know what to do with other than acknowledge it and put it away. I suppose if I got rid of it completely I'd miss it.
This lovely image is from here