First post

I've been in town for too long. I've come to depend on my weekend reprieves to the country, to home, where things are quiet and the people are spaced further apart. But Finn was gone away with some friends to help them finish up some renovations on their cottage, and I decided not to go - now I am paying for it. I feel very melancholy here by myself, stuck in town. I can't wait until he comes home.

I can feel fall on the horizon. The breeze today is cooler, less humid. And the nights are cooling down. I can't wait until it's October, Thanksgiving. When the fall fair is on, and friends come home for the holiday. The scent of apples in the air. I like summer, but fall is my absolute favourite time of year.