The First Day
I have a daily calendar that I received as a gift the fall that I left to Dartmouth for graduate school. That was eight years ago, and on today's date there is a sticky note from the person who gave it to me--I've never removed it--that says, "Today is the first day of the rest of your life. May they all be good."
This was the day that marked my transition many years ago, and indeed, it really was the first day of the rest of my life. Perhaps every day could have that sticky note and it would be just as accurate, but for me that time was especially clear, and it's linked to September. And now the weather is changing: the mornings are crisp, the smell of fall is here, even the sun shines differently. I'm reminded so strongly of my very first year in New England, and of 3-4 years ago when I started getting into the groove of RI fall. I'm having nostalgia, but in a good way...in a "this is the time of hope and promise" kind of way.
Related but tangential: one of the RI/Boston area fall happenings is King Richard's Fair, the Renaissance fair in Carver, MA, and I've been thinking about it the past few days because of the changing weather. And funnily enough, today Jeremy told me he and his brother were going for the first time.
I suddenly HAD to go. This was the thing! This was the initiation into fall! The weather! New England weirdness/
awesomeness! Thankfully, he invited me so I didn't have to make up another excuse to be there, and it was fun. Jacque ze Whipper and turkey legs and archery.
But my joy was this morning. The way in which I felt like I was back in Norwich, Vermont, in my studio apartment as I began my new life at Dartmouth College. That was such a beautiful season of my life, and I hope today is the first day, once again, of the rest of my life.