This weekend was the first time where I could no longer brush off the drop in temperature. One too many times, I found myself sneaking in a few extra minutes under my covers before getting out of bed in the morning. While Fall is my favorite season of the year, the initial transition weeks are always a little hard for me as it means saying goodbye to shorts and flip flops, summer half days, and weekend roadtrips.
For me, Fall has also meant saying goodbye to a few relationships over the years, and sadly, this year is no different. Fall always brings out the nostalgia in me; I guess when so many things are changing, I can't help but want to hold on to the last bits and pieces of the past.