My Birthday and the Autumn Itch

Ok. I can’t live this lie anymore. 
Confession time.
I already took out my fall/winter wardrobe. Its all hanging up, freshly washed and ready-to-wear, in my albeit-cramped closet. 

The Autumn Itch has hit.
Before you cry, “For shame!”, know that I am still exercising heroic restraint and admirable responsibility. 
I do not allow myself to smell anything remotely related to Pumpkin Spice,Cinnamon, Cloves, Harvest, or Apple. 
I am only allowing myself 15 minutes a day to drool overPotteryBarn.comwith it’s rich, cozy, images of delight…

 This is just gratuitous. What woman could resist such an image?! ;; “Fall-porn”.
I am doing very little baking, nor am I watching any of the Harry Potters. 
I am not even allowing myself to wear my beautiful boots. Yet.
Although I try them on with various outfits a few times a day.

Its going to be intense this year. I can already feel it. 
Its like I’m PMSing for Autumn. Except the pain is now and the joy will be then. So not at all like PMS.
I think what brought it on is my birthday. Which was yesterday. I am in my last year of my early 20’s. Next year I will turn 25, and then I will have to say I’m in my mid-20’s. 
What’s that I hear? The sound of readers throwing up in their mouths?
Anyway – there was a point to this, wasn’t there? – oh yes! The source of my Fall PMS! PFS.
For our birthday presents to each other (Jason’s bday is the 29th of August), my husband and I decided to invest in some quality camping gearand set an official date for a weekend camping tripfor just the two of us.

 Blue Ridge Mountains. (My multi-talented husband took this pic).
The last time we were camping was with my big crazy familyin October of ’08on Mt. Pisgah in the Blue Ridge Mountainsand Jason asked me to go on a fateful walk with him in the cold night air.
And my brothers invited themselvesignorantly.You see, we had known Jason for about 5 years at that point,so there was a real comfort and familiarity with him,and a total cluelessness that he could have any ulterior motive for wanting to spend time with us(except on the part of my Dad, who had apparently long cherished the hopethat if Jason wasn’t called to the priesthood, he’d sweep Kallah off her feet). 
Anyways… so my clueless brotherswere acting like monkeys(imagine two huge [super cool] teenage boys running around in the dark, howling at the tops of their teenage lungstrying to see how much they could get away with before a ranger appeared)which enraged my future husbandwho unbeknownst to (equally clueless) me was trying to set a romantic tone…
but he found a way to get me alone with him(under the stars on top of a mountain, no less)and he held my hand and told me he liked me. Like, “like liked” me. 
We both laugh now, because looking back, we each knew in that momenthe didn’t just “like” me…he really was setting the stage for his ultimate marriage proposalwhich followed 1 year exactly from that night.
We were both so shy, and yet so overwhelmed with happinessto find that each of us had held this secretof how we had so gradually and effortlessly come to feel about the other over the years. 
That weekend camping trip is forever indelibly impressed in my mind. It was so embarrassing when Jason held my hand for the first time in front of my family.My brothers were unbearable.
In fact, that first night of being boyfriend and girlfriend,we were sitting shyly and blissful by the dying campfireafter everyone else had gone to sleep,
when who comes stumbling out of the tent but Malachi, (my now-20 year old brother).He saw us, took in the fact that we were holding hands,rubbed his eyes,and said, “Oh hi guys.”…then he peed in the woods.
Yes, that trip was so awkward and hilarious. But also unutterably sweet to look back on. 
And every time the first signs of Fall start to show themselves, I feel like I’m falling in love again … with crunching leaves underfoot,chilly evenings by the campfire next to the man of my dreams,wearing his big cozy fleece,surrounded by all those dear, sweet smells of the mountains in autumn.

I’m sorry, I am aware of how sappy and drippy this is. I am writing this selfishly. Perhaps I should go back to keeping a diary. In addition, you know.

Am I alone in my Pre-Fall-Syndrome? Share your own aches and pains, I beg of you.I need others to wallow with.
[P.S.: stuff it if you’re already experiencing weather below 80, a few changing leaves, or the need for a sweater.No one south of you wants to hear it.]

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17 thoughts on “My Birthday and the Autumn Itch

  1. Fall is hands down my favorite season. I am so over summer! I am so ready for jeans and sweaters and apple picking and changing leaves….oh boy, can't wait!

  2. Kallah I feel the same way I have been counting down the days till I can buy more sweaters and wear plenty of fall clothes! I want to grab this fall and make it chock full of memories!! :)\
    -Cecilia 🙂

  3. Oh my goodness I don't think I have ever been this ready for fall!! It is a blistering 91 degrees here in the big apple. And my 1.2 mile walk to and from work can get so uncomfortable hot. I will admit I zig zag the streets pacman style just to stay in the shade. I can't wait to put on my cute patterned tights and boots and sip my pumpkin spice latte while strolling to work!! I've got the pre-fall blues too!

  4. Ok, you always make me cry with your posts. You touch the deepest part of me. haha!

    Anyways, I liked your beach pic better! Just saying ;).

    Xo.

  5. I always suffer from pre-fall syndrome … summer is my least favorite season! Plus, October is my birthday-month, AND the month my husband proposed to me in, so it's a happy time. 🙂

  6. I love that you count Harry Potter as a fall-thing (I guess I've associated it with summer, since that's when a lot of the books came out, but it really makes sense for a fall thing with back-to-school).

  7. Kallah! Fall always makes me think of you and your deep love of it and I find that I'm already longing for it. I confess I gave in and burned on of my pumpkin spice candles the other night because I just needed a fix! My sweaters are all still in their boxes, though I feel like they are crying to come out! It is still in the 90s here and I am despising every day of it! I love your stories about camping and your brother peeing in the woods after he saw you and Jason holding hands. I'm right there with you, struck down by the power of PFS! (and thank you for finally giving a name to it!)

  8. Unfortunately, as it was broken to me when I turned 24…I had just entered my mid-20's :/. Apparently, based on the whole mathematical break down of the 20's mumbo jumbo – 24 is considered mid 20's. However, I fought it, so I agree that you should stick to claiming early 20's, until next year 😉

  9. I know this is an old post and you might not actually read this comment, but I just want to say that your depiction of Chi at that camping trip was so vivid I actually heard his “oh, hi guys,” in my head. And (sadly) the ensuing pee. 🙂

    I love you!

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