A Love Letter To October

A Love Letter To October

September is just starting, but I'm already over it.
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For three months I have longed for September, yet now I think only of you.

My excitement built from June through August as my colander shrunk, but I eventually realized that September is not what I want. I want you, October.

September is the final chapter of summer, a season I never loved. As much as I try to pretend I enjoy the sweltering heat and the sun poisoning, I will never truly like it.

My love will always belong to the fall. Fall may begin in late September, but you, October, are the one that brings the aspects of the fall that I love.

You bring a sweet somberness to the world that no other month can match. The orange and brown that covers the green of the world is sad and delicate, but it is more beautiful than the depressing brown of November and the desolate grey of February.

You are the balancing point between the seasons. As you progress, the weather will become colder and the days shorter. Long summer nights will fade from our memories as we prepare ourselves for the harsh winter winds of December and January.

Sports are at their pinnacles during your reign. Baseball teams play for pennants, NFL & NCAA football teams play the games that define their seasons and NBA & NHL teams begin their quests for championships. Not even the madness of March basketball can compare to your schedule.

Your rains are colder than the showers of April and your blossoms aren’t as breathtaking as the flowers of May, but your crops make up for your shortcomings

Orchards overflow with apples and patches become strewn with pumpkins. The July crops become available for us to enjoy. Peppers become ripe for picking, clementines go onto grocery store shelves and Brussels sprouts grow into baby cabbages.

A lot has changed since the last time I saw you, October. Last time around, I didn’t get to enjoy my time with you as I had wished I could. A force ignorant toward your presence and apathetic toward my happiness cut me down and prevented me from making the most of our short time together.

This time things will be different. I’m going to make the most of my 31 one days with you. I know you can’t stay forever, but I’m not going to let that ruin our time together. After you’ve gone, I’ll miss you, but I won’t let that ruin my spirits. We only get a short time together; that’s the nature of our relationship.

I may only get one month a year with you, October, but there is no one with whom I’d rather spend it.

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You May Have Worn The Prom Dress With Him, But I Get To Wear The Wedding Dress

You had him in high school, but I get him for the rest of my life.
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High school seems like the best time of your life when you are in it. You think that all of your friends will be with you until the end, and that you will end up with whoever you are dating your senior year. For very few, that might just be the case. For all others, that is far from true.

You thought that you would marry your boyfriend and you thought that everything would work out how you had always imagined. I don't blame you though. He's great. You wanted everything with him, but you were just not right for him.

I wish I could say that I am sorry it didn't work out for you, but I can't. I can't because he is mine now, and I get to cherish him forever. You didn't do that right, and you were not meant to be together. You will find someone too, but I am happy that you were not the one for him.

Sometimes I have issues with jealousy, and I hate that you got all of the high school stuff with him. You got to go to games and support him. It kills me that I couldn't be there for him because I know I would have actually been there wholeheartedly. I would have done it out of love, not as a popularity appearance.

I hate that you got to go to all of the school dances with him. He got to see you all dressed up and probably told you how great you looked. I'm sure you did look great. Prom dresses were always fun to pick out and so colorful. It was exciting to match colors with your date. I am sure you had fun choosing his matching tux to your dress.

I find myself getting jealous, but then I stop. I am getting to match his tux with our wedding colors. I got to go dress shopping in a sea of white, and he doesn't get to know one detail about that dress yet. He will get to see me walk down the aisle and then every day forever. I get to love him forever.

I try to not get jealous of all of the things you got with him because it is all in the past. You had your time, and now I get the wedding. You got to dress up in high school, but I get to dress up for my wedding with him. He may have put a corsage on your wrist, but he will be putting the wedding ring on my finger.

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5 Things I Don't Know How To Do But Should've Learned Years Ago, As Told By The Kardashians

In my opinion, there should be college classes completely based on mastering these topics.

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There are many things that I don't know how to do yet. These, however, are things that I am now realizing are things I maybe should have learned a long time ago. Things that if I knew anything about them, it would improve my life exponentially. Hopefully some of you feel the same and we can learn together.

1. How to cook chicken

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Seems easy, but this is deceivingly difficult. No one tells you what type of chicken to get, and there are so many options. Like, do you get chicken breast or chicken cutlet or chicken tenders? Which way is the best way to cook it? Pan fry, bake, deep fry, poach, steam, etc! And how do you make it not taste like paper? What, like, spices do you put on it? In my last year of college I have made it my duty to learn how to make every type of chicken.

2. How to work a dishwasher

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So, I know how to put the plates and silverware in, obviously. And I always clean them off before because I never trust the dishwasher soap to get everything off. How would it? And where exactly does the little dishwasher soap go? No one tells you where the leetle hole is that the soap bar goes. There's like three different holes in the door thing, and how are you supposed to know which one the soap goes in? Just guess and hope for the best? That's what I do.

3. How to pay your taxes??? Literally how

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No matter who I ask, young or old, no one understands anything about taxes. I have been working since I was 17 and year after year when I ask my parents for help filing my taxes, they agree begrudgingly while squinting at the paper pointing at the little boxes with a "I think it's that one." I have never and will never understand anything to do with taxes, period. I will leave this to the professionals.

4. How to do anything with insurance, ever

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Once again, wtf? Do the companies make these things impossible to understand on purpose? Like, all I want is to get my birth control from CVS and be done. Is that so hard? Why do I have to switch it to Walgreens (to whom I am NOT brand loyal, to, by the way) and then check if they cover my insurance? And WTF is a copay? And there's something that you pay before you get a copay? All I'm gonna say is that my mom tried to explain it to me once and it went in one ear and out the other.

5. How to arrange a cheese board

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This is something that I feel shows you have truly made it at an adult. You have people over to your house and just throw together a lovely charcuterie board for your guests like its nothing. But what do you buy for it? Cheese, obviously. Meats? What types of cheese and meat? Grapes? Nuts? And how do you arrange it to look all pretty? Mark my words: when I can make a yummy and visually appealing cheese board, I've made it.

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