We need to talk.
IT'S ALMOST CHRISTMAS.
If you only know one thing about me, let it be this: I LOVE CHRISTMAS. Like, I am out of control.
I know what you're thinking. Hear me out. SON OF A NUTCRACKER, MICHELLE, PUMP THE BRAKES. I realize it's still fall. Don't worry; there are still pumpkins on my front porch. I haven't switched to Christmas decorations yet. I know we still have Thanksgiving (YAY), but Christmas is NEXT MONTH.
Really though, to echo the rest of the world, this is the best time of year. Whenever I come home from California I descend into a week long funk, and I have to remind myself why I love the Midwest. Every single time. But not this time. When our plane landed in Columbus, it was in the 30s. My toes were freezing in my black flip flops. I went home, put on my flannel pajamas, and slid in bed under a stack of blankets.
Most people would be horribly depressed to kiss the Pacific Ocean goodbye from 35,000 feet and land several hours later in the frozen cornfields. But not me. I love this, and it's where I belong. I love that it's time to put flannel sheets on my bed. I love that I can wear scarves again. I love that I have to use the seat heaters in the car on the way to work. I love that I have to wear my fuzzy socks at home. I love the beach as much as the next person, but give me the cold and the snow. I'd rather have quilts than beach towels. Give me hot chocolate over a popsicle. I will take chunky knit sweaters over tank tops any day of the week.
And it's the beginning of November, which is great because we still have a bit of fall left, but more importantly, CHRISTMAS. Life has been stressful and difficult lately, but everything is a little less horrible when SANTA'S COMING.
I really am this over the top. I have more pictures on my phone of fall trees than mommy bloggers do of their children. The Christmas playlist on my iPod has 209 songs. There will probably be more to come soon. When I'm home, I think about how I want to decorate for Christmas. When I'm at work and frustrated, I think-WAIT! EGGNOG!-and then I feel better. I've been listening to Christmas music on the way to work every morning to make me less murdery. Soon it will be Thanksgiving and there will be pumpkin pie. Soon it will be snowing (stop your whining, it's beautiful), and soon every store will be blaring Christmas carols And I couldn't be happier about it.
Thanks for listening to me. I have so many feelings about fall and Christmas and sometimes I just need to tell someone. I usually enjoy having contrary feelings to most everyone else, but when it comes to fall, I can't help it. Just slap a mustard cardigan on me and hand me a pumpkin spice latte.
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