Fall has always been a calm, serene time for me. I just love the cooler temperatures after a hot, humid summer. I love the slow turn of the leaves, the brisk winds, the sweater weather. I love hot apple cider, picking pumpkins, and decorating my house in reds, oranges, browns, and yellows. I love making my famous stew and chili, watching the high school football games, and raking leaves. Fall has always felt like coming home. It is comforting.
Today is the first day of fall, and I barely noticed. I am antsy and distracted. I am busy cleaning and sorting. Checking real estate websites, setting up open houses, and stalking my home's web page for hits. The fall decorations were put in storage this past weekend along with all the other unnecessary personal items that everyone warns you about having in your home for an open house. My house is uncharacteristically bare of pumpkins, fall leaves, and scarecrows for this time of year. In short, it doesn't feel like fall.
But we are making progress. The inspection problem is being taken care of and things are moving forward. And maybe, just maybe, if we can accept an offer on this house sometime soon I will still be able to dig those decorations out of storage and set them up in my house one last time before we move. Perhaps then it would feel like fall. And maybe the changing leaves would be a kind of sign. Or a reminder. A reminder that change, even big, scary change can be beautiful and comforting.