Nostalgia
It was a beautiful Fall evening in the windy city. Leave it to Chicago to throw in a lovely Fall day in the midst a burgeoning hot and humid summer. Yesterday it felt like 85 degrees and today it was jacket weather. I had the heat on in the car this morning.
Anyway, you know that charcoal-y aroma that Fall weather always has? The smell of burning wood, pine, and football games? Yes, that's the evening we had. It never fails to bring me back in time. While I was walking Flo tonight (I might explain Flo in another posting) I was reminded of living in Lindsborg, highschool, college, the seasonal depression that always came in late September, etc. Fall was always such a lonely time for me until the last couple of years. I'm not really sure why. I guess it always signified endings - relationships, summer vacation, sunlight, youth, the marriage of my parents, and for me my energy and spirit.
Over supper Dave and I were marveling at how we continually run in to people we know in Chicago in spite of the fact that it is (I think still, right?) the third largest city in the country. In fact, speaking of nostalgia, on our walk from the car to the apartment tonight I'm 90% certain that I saw an ex-boyfriend from Kansas who I know is now living here. He just happened to be eating at the Cuban restaurant around the corner from our home and just happened to be sitting at the same table where Dave and I had our very first date. Weird. And coincidental. And strange. I don't know if he saw me, but I'm pretty sure he did, and recognized me too. Goodness.
Well, I love Fall now, and it doesn't make me as sad as it used to. Nostalgic, yes, but not sad. In fact I believe it is my favorite season. Chicago Falls for the last couple of years have been incredibly long and lovely, and I've enjoyed them greatly. Today was no exception.
We had supper at one of our new favorite places - Le Creperie (sp?) - went shopping for stuff for Dave's trip to England (he's leaving tomorrow on a work trip), and looked at books at Borders. Now we're back, I walked Flo, contemplated the Fall, and just had a chocolate covered Strawberry! The kitties are needy and I need to help Dave so I'm signing off for now.
Anyway, you know that charcoal-y aroma that Fall weather always has? The smell of burning wood, pine, and football games? Yes, that's the evening we had. It never fails to bring me back in time. While I was walking Flo tonight (I might explain Flo in another posting) I was reminded of living in Lindsborg, highschool, college, the seasonal depression that always came in late September, etc. Fall was always such a lonely time for me until the last couple of years. I'm not really sure why. I guess it always signified endings - relationships, summer vacation, sunlight, youth, the marriage of my parents, and for me my energy and spirit.
Over supper Dave and I were marveling at how we continually run in to people we know in Chicago in spite of the fact that it is (I think still, right?) the third largest city in the country. In fact, speaking of nostalgia, on our walk from the car to the apartment tonight I'm 90% certain that I saw an ex-boyfriend from Kansas who I know is now living here. He just happened to be eating at the Cuban restaurant around the corner from our home and just happened to be sitting at the same table where Dave and I had our very first date. Weird. And coincidental. And strange. I don't know if he saw me, but I'm pretty sure he did, and recognized me too. Goodness.
Well, I love Fall now, and it doesn't make me as sad as it used to. Nostalgic, yes, but not sad. In fact I believe it is my favorite season. Chicago Falls for the last couple of years have been incredibly long and lovely, and I've enjoyed them greatly. Today was no exception.
We had supper at one of our new favorite places - Le Creperie (sp?) - went shopping for stuff for Dave's trip to England (he's leaving tomorrow on a work trip), and looked at books at Borders. Now we're back, I walked Flo, contemplated the Fall, and just had a chocolate covered Strawberry! The kitties are needy and I need to help Dave so I'm signing off for now.
posted by Cara @ 10:55 PM
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