Autumnal Equinox

Two-ish weeks until it’s official, but autumn is basically here. If you don’t know that I love fall, well, then you don’t know me very well. I love fall. I love crisp air, orange and red foliage, back-to-school shopping, wearing warm sweaters and scarves, sitting by a fireplace, hot cocoa, pumpkin-flavored everything, and Thanksgiving. Autumn is my absolute favorite time of year, but I also love winter for many of the same reasons.

These pictures are from three different days, fyi.

Today when I woke up the weather was so glorious that, for the first time in Philadelphia, I could not stay inside. Low 70s, no humidity, clear sky, fresh air. I didn’t even bother to shower before grabbing a book and heading out to the university area. I stopped by Starbucks and got my favorite seasonal beverage, a pumpkin spice latte. So good. 

B. and I were musing about this being the first fall for both of us that we’re not headed back to school. I will admit that it makes me very sad and I’ve sulked about it for a week. For those of you who aren’t aware, I had to defer my admission to Penn until next fall, and that’s all I’m going to say about it or else my words will turn mighty wrathful.

That’s about all that’s going on now, – oh, except for the fact that I inadvertently walked through a drug deal today – but stay tuned for a weekly series that will début on the blog this week.

I Should Have Gone With the Lattes

I haven’t had a cup of coffee in weeks. I haven’t made a cup of coffee in months. It’s been an unwelcome change in my life.

When I moved, I had to ship whatever belongings I couldn’t stuff in my suitcases. This meant leaving any “inessentials” behind. While it was good news for the family members who inherited my Ralph Lauren towels and satin sheets, it was a bummer for me. Sadly, the “inessentials” included my one-cup coffee brewer. Ol’ Mr. Black & Decker got me through hundreds of too-early mornings and too-late nights. He could get me from sleeping to sipping in under three minutes. True love. 

But, alas, he could not come! Fortunately, or so I thought, between holiday gifts and graduation gifts, I arrived in Philly with $70 in Starbucks gift cards. Instead of slowly drinking away that $70 in tall, non-fat, sugar-free, cinnamon lattes, I decided I’d buy a French press. I felt so hip and cultured carrying home my new press and fresh beans. At first, I used it daily, but from boiling the water to steeping the coffee, it was a full 20 minutes before I had a cup to drink.

Hell no.
That just would not do.

The novelty of pressed coffee wore off damn quick. I stopped making coffee and instead became a pathetic coffee beggar. Now, I sneak down to the kitchen after my housemates leave for work (don’t ask why I sneak when no one else is home) and abscond with the last pitiful drops left in their pot.

I’ve also made a daily habit of going on Amazon and almost buying a new Mr. Black & Decker. I try to convince myself that it’s only $20 for a lifetime of caffeinated happiness, but then I look at my bank account and take an Advil to quell my raging caffeine headache instead.