Seasons Of Love

I had the most magical feeling of fall this morning. Somewhere along my walk to the train, the 5:31am Brooklyn bound N train that is, I felt a change in the air. Starbucks grande americano in hand, I waited on the still, moonlit platform and took it all in. Three weeks into my new job and I still obsessed. Obsessed with the absolute chaos, the monstrous amount of post its that define my day, the hours beyond hours that add up to nearly 80 in a week (didn't think that was possible huh?) and the joyous feeling I get every day when I come to school.

Back track- I am seriously working harder than ever. Rather than counting down until the day is over I look at the clock and gasp knowing I only have X amount of time left before the sun goes down and X amount of work to do. The balance is finding itself- the 6:30am - 11:30pm shifts are tucked away for the season and my typical 6:30-6:00pm is refreshing. I am finding ways to max out the entire 24 hours of one day and somehow still manage. But no matter how many hours I work, I am still so unbelievably happy and so thankful for finally getting my time, my opportunity to shine.

It helps that I've made great friends at school (should I be calling it work...)? After spending every waking hour together, we all bonded quickly and formed the types of friendships that typically take months to form. Day in and day out I am surrounded by amazing, inspiring individuals who come from all over with ambitious goals and life views just like my own. It reminds me of camp- an entire group of people who want to be there for the same reasons as you. People don't dread coming to work, people don't hate what we stand for. It is a complete 180 from the bank and finally I feel like I'm where I belong.

These wonderful endless hours have left little to no personal time but it's okay- it's just a phase. I am, however, getting all my personal reading done on the trains (woohoo for book club!) and with a wonderful school calendar I am looking at future plans for February break, spring break, May break... the list goes on. What a wonderful pay off for all the hard work.

We are indulging in our first vacation since getting new jobs and I suppose last vacation of the summer. My dearest freshmen year roommate Erika is tying the knot on Saturday in Boulder! Kevin and I fly out Friday and I cannot wait. Not only do we get to witness Erika and Brad celebrate their vow of love but I get to show off the land of Boulder to Mr. Anglin! I can't wait to see all the besties and reveal the treasured land that holds such a firm spot in my heart. Brunch at The Buff, sunset at Flagstaff, tours of Theta, exploring campus, strolling Pearl and devouring a cup at Boulder Chill are just a few of the stopping points. What more could I ask for than four days to soak up all its glory and share it with my better half?

I believe that wonderful feeling this morning, that slight twinkle that began the turn of fall, is just the beginning. The beginning of a season, the beginning of magical color schemes and the beginning of living in a New York postcard. I think I'll be spending my weekends in the park, curled up on a blanket while the rustic leaves blend yellows and oranges into a simple, heartwarming masterpiece.