Building a home is stressful. We know. It’s tough on everyone. Don’t worry, we’re all in this together. If you’ve never gone through the process, it can be even more stressful. There are so many things that need to get done and it seems like the stages either come together too quickly or take way longer than it should. All of this just adds to the stress.
Halloween is one of my favorite times of the year. I think it has a lot to do with pleasant memories from when I was a kid. I loved dressing up on Halloween. I was never very popular in school. So getting to dress up and pretend to be a princess or another magical character was something that made me feel like I was as special as the kids that were popular.
I love Halloween. It is my second favorite holiday. I don’t love it for the typical reasons. I love that kids get to be kids on this day. They get to use their imaginations and pretend to be anyone they want to be. My youngest is dressing up as Elsa from Disney’s Frozen this year and she insisted that I paint her fingernails “ice-blue” last night. What can I say? She’s a bit of a diva.
This morning as I drove my girls to school, the sky was a cool iron-grey. You know that weird blue-grey color where the clouds are heavy and there’s a light drizzle. This color only appears in this area when its cold. During the summer, rain clouds are dark and come on suddenly. When its cold they seem to creep in almost like fog. I hope it doesn’t affect the game tomorrow.
Everyone has a different memory of their hometown. For me the memories are of driving around and laughing and joking. Of Friday night football games and Saturday afternoon movies. For some their memories surround their school and the activities that they were in. Everyone is going to have something different that inspires nostalgia.
No matter what your memories are about or what inspires you to remember them, your hometown will always have a special place in your heart. And of course, the home that you grew up in will always be a part of that.
You’ve probably heard somewhere before that the South is serious about football. Well, its true. Many of my memories from high school revolved directly around the game. Now that I am older, I don’t get into the whole experience as much, but I still get nostalgic about those days.
This week is Arkansas State University’s homecoming week and that got me to thinking about what makes me love my hometown. It’s not something that can be just rattled off in a couple of sentences. It’s the whole experience.
This is the time of year when people start traveling more. Or at least it seems that way to me. Summer may be the traditional time to travel with the kids being out of school, but my family always did the longer trips in the fall and early winter. It was just easier to travel then. Remember, the South has that awful oppressive heat until mid-October most of the time. So, when the weather starts cooling down is when we actually want to get out and about.
One of my favorite parts of fall is the colors that the leaves turn this time of year. We usually go to a pumpkin patch or farm this time of year and we end up spending at least a few hours in the car traveling. This is when we really get to enjoy the beauty of the fall foliage. Arkansas may not be known for it’s landscape, but in the area we live, it is absolutely gorgeous.
One of the best things about fall is the leaves turning. It is always something that seems to start slow and then suddenly every tree is covered in this crown of gold, orange, and red. It always amazes me. I may be a grownup but the changing leaves and the piles of them in the yards just make me feel like a kid again.
The last week or so it seems that fall has really hit the mid-south. Last week we were battling temperatures in the high 90’s. This week its only going to get up to the high 80’s right before it plunges again. I’m not a huge fan of colder weather, but I love curling up on the couch and watching tv with my family. (Anyone else obsessing over The Masked Singer?)