Soul-Searching on High

Alright, so I’ve been a bit of a slacker on this blog.  The last week has been a whirlwind of bus rides, new cities, friendship, and discoveries.  Five days, two cities, twelve hours on a bus.  Worth it?  Without one second thought.

It’s amazing to sit and think of where I am now and how far I’ve come since this time last year.  A new job, a new apartment, living alone for the first time, figuring out where I want to be (or at least trying to).  I pretty strong feeling that a year from now, I’ll be sitting in a new apartment, in a new city, with new friends doing the same thing that I’m doing right now.

As I sit here (pumpkin beer in hand) watching the Mumford & Sons: The Road to Red Rocks special on tv, all of that thinking hits me again. There’s something about the fall that makes me want to start fresh with something new, but I’m not sure what it is yet.  Maybe I blame this article from Thought Catalog yesterday, the author is better at putting what I feel into words than I am right now.

The first day where you are obligated to wear a sweater, and can feel your boots clicking down the pavement, it’s as though a weight has been lifted from your body. The air is thinner, and you can finally breathe where you were once panting for oxygen.

I know I might be a little premature in breaking out the pumpkin and wishing for some sweater weather, but there’s just something about this time of year that brings out a sense of rebirth.  And with that, there has to be a soundtrack to go along.

Crunchy leaves, boots, apples, sweaters, pumpkin spice everything – bring it.

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