There is something about the fall air that makes me very very happy. Typically, thanks to my genetically inherited seasonal depression-prone mind, the fall is always when I am the happiest. More than New Years, the fall has always marked, for my entire life, the start of something new. School years start in september, people come back from holidays, friendships rekindle and everything begins again. There is something very special and exciting about it, and this post is making everyone very very nauseous, because I have something very exciting happen to me, and that is why I have my rose colored glasses on. But I am hopeful. I am hopeful and happy and I don't know how to respond other than being a big dumb, optimistic idiot about it!
"That bird only sings when she's unhappy" Alexander Woolcott said that about Dorothy Parker, and I am trying to not make it apply to me.