September has always been that unexciting month for me. Sure people call it the beginning of Fall but here in Florida it's anything but Fall feeling during the month of September. Unless you count 95 degrees, as opposed to 105, Fall climates and then I guess September is doing big things. This year, however, is a bit different. And by a bit different I mean that I went coat shopping yesterday. In 95 degree weather, which was really weird, and mildly uncomfortable, and pretty sweaty, and also a little confusing because I've never actually owned a warm coat.
I know, I know. I'm really not that sheltered, we've just always vacationed to places like Mexico where you needed bathing suits as opposed to coats.
Alas I'm the proud owner of a new coat that no Florida climate would ever call for, and that's not even the biggest thing that's going to occur this September. You know, because this year the months of September and October will be the biggest months of change my life has really ever seen. It's kind of crazy to think about; exciting but absolutely insane. This is the last month I'm a resident of Florida and come October life as I know it will change forever. This is the last month my friends can just show up at my door, with a bottle of wine in hand, ready to watch Pitch Perfect twice in a row. This is the last month I'll be at this job I've had for 3 and a half years. This is the last month it'll just be sir and I living on our own.
This is the last month of being in a long distance freaking relationship. And that gets a solid AMEN. If I never have to Skype or talk about my day on the phone again it'll be too soon.
As of October 1st my apartment will be stuffed into a big moving contraption and I won't see it again until somewhere around October 8th when it arrives at my new home. In Denver, Colorado. Woah. If you can't tell, it's all still incredibly surreal to me. Through all of the days and sleepless nights of weighing my decision, the times when I was on the other end of the spectrum and convinced I couldn't move, the saving of every penny that'd touch my bank account and stressing I'd never come up with enough to afford this big of a move, the countless tears and nightmares, the days when I felt strong, and the days when I felt like moving across country would be impossible. It all got me here, to the final month, and I don't think I'd be more excited if Old Crow Medicine Show turned up at my front door, with a lifetime supply of wine, ready to serenade me with Wagon Wheel while I pack.
Speaking of wine, I have exactly 28 days to get everything packed up and ready to go. In the grand scheme of things, that's pretty much tomorrow.
It's been a long time coming, and a few too many anxiety attacks, but I'm ready to get this show on the road and start my new life in Denver with sir and bear.
If any of you hear about a shortage of Chardonnay in Orlando the month of September, don't say I didn't warn you.