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Summer's end

Summer's not really over yet. Here in Nova Scotia, we often get warm days well into September. But there's no question the end is in sight. The nights are much cooler, and there's a crispness to the air  - even during the day - that reminds us winter's not far away.

When I was young, I loved September. It felt so full of possibility - new teachers, new activities, new friends. The thrill of shopping for new outfits and school supplies, the pleasure of cracking the spines on new textbooks, and the joy of reconnecting with friends and teachers made going back to school a pleasure. It's been decades since September involved going back to school but I still think of it as the reak "new year"- the time when everything begins anew.

I suppose that's why I like taking vacation at the end of August - so that returning to work feels a little like going back to school, which takes some of the sting out of it.

Returning to work will be especially hard this September because, now that we've sold our city house, I'll be living apart from Husband and the critters during the week. I've rented a small apartment in town, where they'll visit now and again, but I'll be on my own most of the time, which is going to feel strange.

I remind myself I can use the extra time alone to run and write more consistently, but I worry I'll be lonely. After all, it's been six and a half years since I spent any amount of time on my own - and even then I had a cat for company. Here's hoping I haven't totally forgotten how to be self-sufficient.

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  1. We are totally opposite on September. Everything you liked, I didn't like. There are many things one can do when living alone; you've mentioned just two. I'm sure it will work out fine.

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