I know the standard thought process is that Spring is the time for newness. Winter is over. Days are longer. Trees and flowers are blooming. It’s a time for new life.
For me, fall feels like a new start.
When I was a kid, the end of summer meant back to school. New school supplies. Maybe new clothes. New teachers. Seeing friends I don’t see in the summer. Maybe new kids. Endless possibilities to maybe not be the weird, quiet kid(it never happened).
Fall after high school was the beginning of college. A new place. New freedoms. New friends. A chance to grow.
Then, I had kids and it started all over again. Fall meant back-to-school shopping. New teachers, In one case, a new elementary school.
Then, we had two falls of kids heading off to college. The last time, it meant a transition to an empty nest.
At the library, fall meant a reprieve from the stress of the busy summer and scheduling around summer vacations.
Now, both kids are in grad school and I am no longer at the library. There are no new beginnings. My life next month will be the same as it is now,
I think this is why I feel like the world is moving forward and I’m going nowhere. We are back to normal, but my new normal is the same as my old normal.
I miss the anticipation of what comes with the new school year.