Fall.

The trees in my area are already going yellow and gold here and there. Nights are cool enough to warrant a blanket and the fan has been turned off for the summer. It's FALL! (Almost)

Fall has always been my favourite time of year. Since I was a little girl, to me, fall has symbolized rebirth and new starts. I know that's backwards and that it's SPRING that symbolizes that and for a select few, it's even New Year's Eve, but for me, it's always been Fall.

Growing up, fall was the most exciting time of the year- to me, summers were a little lonesome. Friends fron the neighbourhood were on vacation, we'd go away ourselves once in awhile on vacation.  Summer was hot, boring and shot here and there with homesickness. Back to school time brought new school clothes (new shoes were the most exciting) and the return to school iteslf was amazing. The halls would be fresh and shiny waxed, the kids weren't weary yet, I hadn't lost the thermos from my new lunchbox or broken any of my new crayons.

This year, I'm returning to school agian. I'm 32 and this will probably be the last time. I'm beginning studies to become a registered nurse. The reasons why I'm aiming for my Bsn are huge and meaningful to me, but that's actually a separate post and I might be able to ramble on for a few pages.

I've heard that a bsn is  on of the hardest degrees to attain, with the hours, the essays and the vast knowledge involved. To be honest, that scares me. At this point, 8 days before class starts I could back out but I won't.

This tinge of fall in the air has increased my determination. I remember every school year. The new books, the new pens, the new hilighters and even sometimes the witeout that comes in the tape-dispenser thing. All small things but all things that make me excited and before you judge me, remember you probably have a dorky fetish as well! :) (bubble wrap? peeling the plastic off of new electronics? I know you have one!)

The leaves are gold, I've paid my tuition, I have paper and pens.... bring it on.