This is my second-ever-in-life autumn, and it’s already wonderful. The Tucson desert has its own charm, to be sure, but experiencing autumn has probably been the best part about relocating to Boston. Fall is so cool, you guys! It’s also a little frustrating and can’t make up its mind, but that seems to be part of its charm.
Also, like I think I’ve probably noted before, all of the magazines I’ve read my entire life that talk about things like “sweater weather” and “layering” make sense now, and I am celebrating my new understanding by buying blazers, oversize cardigans, and other things that will keep me warmish without overheating. I love it. Even with my little fashion savvy, I always thought my style was more suited to autumn and spring weather than winter and summer, which are the only two seasons we have in Tucson (though nothing beats Tucson monsoons or those few summer nights when it’s breezy instead of still hot). I like sundresses and long skirts in the spring, and I absolutely adore that they now make skinnyish jeans that look attractive on my body type for fall. Also, hi, boots. Boots are my favorite. My feet hurt in just about every kind of shoe because they’re so arch-less, but boots are my besties. Never met a pair I didn’t like.
One thing I’m noticing is that my favorite thing about this time of year is fast becoming the way I can sit in my apartment, which is slightly chilled even though it has no ventilation system and ostensibly is built with walls and closed windows to keep warm, and be cozy, with a cup of tea, one of my new sweaters, or with a blanket or bathrobe wrapped around me. That, plus my lack of desk chair (instead I use an exercise ball) make me want to write. There’s something about feeling wrapped up that makes it feel safe and nurturing, like writing will make you warmer.
I think it’s also that I feel like I look like a writer when I do that, even though that’s silly and there’s no one way for a writer to look.
It might just be that it’s still such a new experience that, like traveling, it clears my brain and makes me want to concentrate and be creative. If that’s the case, living here much longer might make that go away, so I should run with it while I can.
This is a YA Highway carnival post, so you should go to their blog and read other people’s responses to the question “How does your writing (place, time, inspiration, etc) change with the seasons?”