When October 1 hit, I breathed a sigh of relief. I imagined wearing tall boots and cozy sweaters as I sipped a Carmel Apple Spice from Starbucks. I even dusted off my UGGs in preparation. Then, October 3 hit and it was 100 degrees.
One hundred degrees. In October. [[Queue sad music]]
Expectation and reality rarely align. Truth be told, I’ve lived in the south for over eight years and yet, somehow, I still expect the seasons to be like the 13+ years I spent living at the base of the Rocky Mountains. I should know better by now.
I guess reading books all bundled up in my favorite blanket will have to wait. Surely it can’t be too far off…