Time Turns Flames To Embers, You'll Have New Septembers.

A year ago today marks a few things, one being my first blog entry on the eve of the first day of autumn 2009. I've been thinking a lot about that day over the past few hours. Where I was, who was with me, how I spent the day, my beliefs, my problems, my joy. It's been 365 days since that particular day, and everything is different. I always anticipated this time in my life as being scary and bad and wanting to go back to 'the old days'. That's what autumn has always meant to me-reliving the childhood days of Halloween and bon fires and love. But I've found, as I sit in my dorm room six hours from home and everything that was a part of me that year ago, that I like this. I like starting over, I like that I was thrown into this crazy place in life and I have to make new memories to replace the ones that defined me.

Now, when I think of Autumn I don't think of leaf piles and bon fires and boys as much. Instead I think of apple picking with my friends here at school, and the cinnamon that seems to be everywhere, and the chilled nights beckoning snow's arrival. I love autumn, and I'm excited about this one.