I love September because I have a totally legitimate excuse to play this song as many times as possible. In the absence of an actual playing device, I let it play in my head for the entire month, as my soundtrack to the month that is its name.
I love September because it means FALL IS COMING. Don’t get me wrong — I would sell half my plasma for more summer, but only so long as I can stay out of school. Once school and work start back and I am absolutely beside myself for fall to come. I know it doesn’t get into full swing until October (or never, if you live in one of those sad seasonless regions) but it starts in September. And fall means crisp evenings, homemade pumpkin donuts, bright leaves, scarves, hats, and yummy apples.
I love September because it means the return of salted caramel products at Starbucks. Pumpkin spice — you have NOTHING on salted caramel, and I just don’t even care that it is your tenth anniversary or whatever. One time I tried to buy the entire canister of salty sprinkles but the barista refused to ring it up. I have henceforth considered stealing it off the espresso machine every single time I go in a Starbucks. During the summer months I consoled myself by downing as much Talenti salted caramel gelato as our budget and waistlines could handle, but I am eager to welcome back my favorite drink just in time for my long Saturday homework Starbucks binges.
I love September because it is my birthday month, and I am still just juvenile enough to be excited about it all month long. We celebrated with an early party last Friday and will celebrate the actual day this week. This means that I have been eating birthday cake directly from the platter for breakfast every day since.
I love September because it means I am back to going to the UMD farmer’s market on Wednesdays to buy delectable French pastries from the pleasant Hispanic man who sells them alongside awesome empanadas. James and I have started our own Health Initiative that has cut out most of my awesome snacks and replaced them with carrot sticks and exercise, but I am holding on to my weekly pain au raison with the iron grip of someone who worries that the Gluten-Free craze will eradicate all yummy bakeries.
I love September because it means new school supplies. Yes, I wish I was still spending all day in my pjs watching BBC miniseries (Call the Midwife anyone??? I am now both fascinated and repulsed by childbirth.) all day, but there are few thrills as great as a crisp new notebook, waiting to be filled with intriguing thoughts and complex doodles. I have a pretty heavy course load this semester, but me, my trousse, and my pristine notebooks are read to take it on. Plus, I begin every semester with a renewed zeal towards excellent penmanship, one that will undoubtably take a hit throughout the semester.
But for now, it’s September, and all things are fresh and new and possible.
Anyone else excited for September and fall?