Anywhere But Here: The Autumn of My Discontent

Posted by on November 16, 2010

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?


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