So…this is the time of year that I always become unsettled and want to make a major change RIGHT NOW.
If my calculations are correct, it’s also the time of year I get pregnant—Note to self: DO NOT get knocked up.
Anyway, it’s the fall, my favorite season, that does this to me every year. It’s a tiny bit less hot here and it gets dark earlier, neither of which are that impressive unto themselves. They do, however, remind me (along with Twitter and countless blogs) that somewhere else, it’s REALLY fall.
I start daydreaming of pumpkin patches and hayrides and apple picking and harvest festivals and country fairs and bucolic horizons of gold and red and crispy cool air and not-scorching late afternoon football games and small towns and front porches decorated for the season and all I want to do is move RIGHT NOW.
I’ve clearly read one too many Fannie Flagg novels…
The primary problem with my whole fantasy scenario, aside from the fact that it probably doesn’t really exist the way it does in my mind, is that I have no idea where to go. I’m not well traveled beyond the hotels and airports of a handful of major cities.
How do I plan my escape from this overheated hellhole if I have no idea where to go? And don’t say “Check around the internet” because I have and that? Is a recipe for a head explosion via link clicking and bookmarking.
No. I need help from actual people who can read my mind and understand exactly what I want.
That’s reasonable, right?
Here. Come here. It’s always lovely as Norman Rockwell here.
Autumn Season
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2063269&id=1204860253&l=71c486ec76
Summer Season
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2046810&id=1204860253&l=a9527a21d6
Bluegrass Season
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2052232&id=1204860253&l=d3f15e4f98
I don’t have winter photos up, but I’ll take you snow tubing and ice skating and winter camping with a big old bonfire.
You live in PA, right? You totally nailed it with Norman Rockwell. It couldn’t be more opposite of my city girl personality and yet, I’ve always wanted just that so don’t be surprised when I come-a-knockin’ on your front door one day!
(Seriously, I’d love to see more pix)
You want New England in the fall – but the beginning of October Fall. Stowe, Vermont for instance. Or Woodstock Vermont. Shit, go to Burlington and drive around outside of the city.
But in October…from the 5th or so to the 20th. After that it rains and gets cold and we spend November getting ready for snow.
The fact that you have actual seasons sounds enchanting…even the snow part!
Come here. I mean, you’re too late this year because the leaves are all gone and it’s actually just about WINTER here where there’s a real north, but we do have a fall and people do decorate their porches and there are pumpkin patches and hay rides and corn mazes and the people of this small community are VERY proud of their HS football team. And though I’m not sure I can actually picture you living in and loving rural Michigan, you’re more than welcome anytime.
I’m not sure I could handle the winters but the rest of it sounds like heaven, even to a city mouse like me. I want to see pictures!
Here’s a 2nd vote for New England. I grew up in NY and it had all the same foliage and stuff, but nothing beats New England in the fall. Seriously, I’ve had so many bucolic fall posts, it almost makes be gag. But how can you resist this?
http://www.mommybytes.com/2010/10/very-good-apple-picking-day.html
I’ve been through many small towns across America. My favorite by a million miles is Coeur d’Alene, Idaho. It is straight out of a picture book, the weather is awesome, you get all four seasons, the people are super, and it’s the cleanest place I’ve ever visited. If I got the nerve to move away from my family and the best food on Earth, that’s where I’d go. South Louisiana is my heart, but it sure is hot up in here.
Memphis, tn has wonderful fall, and winters. Still a great city life, but friendly people, great photo opps, and some of the scenery can be a muse for writing…I thought I was the only one who felt this way in the fall. I hope you find your escape..cheers
Atlanta, baby!
I am perfectly happy to live somewhere warm- don’t care if I miss the seasons. I don’t like snow and love my shorts and t-shirt lifestyle.