I’ve always loved the summer. When I was younger I would spend what felt like an eternity in the countryside with my mom’s side of the family. Looking back I suppose it was just a week or two, but that’s the thing about summer — time moves differently. Days are longer, time moves slower, and in general things are a bit hazy, a bit storybook. There’s just something about the sunshine and weather that makes things feel just right.
Normally I cling to summer but this time around I’m ready for Autumn flavors — I just ordered my first matcha tea latte, hot, not iced, as the rain gently falls outside. I’m embracing new weather as I put away tank tops and gravitate towards longer lengths. All in all, I’m ready for a change in weather. A new season.
I’ve always known the process of change is difficult and can be painful, but after the whole mess that’s been the last few months I’m finally starting to feel a bit like myself again. I’m ready for new beginnings in new neighborhoods. Being closer to friends, closer to restaurants I love. My favorite empanada shop is just down the block and my heart skips a beat every time I walk by. Maybe this is kismet?
