It's funny, I feel like so many people absolutely adore this season. As I've gotten older, I have come to embrace it, but I'm not a fall fanatic. I don't go crazy when Starbucks puts the PSL back on the menu (this makes me a heretic of sorts, I know. . .) I can appreciate sweater+leggings+boots season as much as the next girl though. The psychologist in me hypothesizes that my fall-is-not-my-abosolute-favorite stance it must go back to when I was growing up and Sept+Oct+Nov=harvest=more stressful period of the year with considerably less f2f time w/ mom and dad. Kidding (mostly.). I just kind of leap straight from August to let's-gear-up-for-Christmas. Skip this pumpkin nonsense, let's talk about chocolate and holiday baking. Last weekend we enjoyed the glow of the fireplace for the first time. We also may or may not have enjoyed the first sounds of Nat King Cole filling the air of the cozy space we call home. 
Sept. and October have been filled with precious moments, warm drinks, and trying to soak up recharge time w/ my better half. September felt more like August. The sun was shining strong. It was beautiful. Philip & I spent most weekends meandering through Georgetown, studying, and continuing to find our footing and new routines. One weekend we hiked through Theodore Roosevelt Island. Last weekend we sent some time aside on Saturday to walk around campus on Fort McNair where Philip has been spending a majority of his time as of late.
It's been interesting having the tables turned in our household as Philip has assumed a 100% academic schedule while I have stepped into the strictly working girl role (I'm not entirely certain how I thought that somehow with three jobs I wouldn't feel like weeks would be full and filled with sufficient challenge or engagement. . .) The last weeks have not been free of occupational challenges and work-related stress has been somewhat elevated, but I recognize that these struggles are far more about faith and the future than they are about employment.
A couple of weeks ago we made a weekend trip up to NYC. It was a great time out where we were able to set aside some time to spend time with dear friends who are definitely walking through some "real life" right now. It was wonderful to have a couple of days away and enjoy the City. On Sunday morning we went down to the 9/11 memorial. Last time we were there the museum hadn't been completed. It is very, very well done. It made for a sobering morning but was a powerful reminder of how and why our world changed in the course of one single day. I walk through that space. I see the vacant spaces in that ground. I see the flag. And I'm reminded that the current circumstances of my life have been so deeply impacted by the events of a day that started like any other and ended like one this country had never seen before. So much of what has become my world and the context in which Philip and I live largely stems from what happened over the course of a few hours on a morning thirteen years ago. Little did I know as a sophomore in high school as my sixteen year-old self feebly attempted to wrap my head around the events of that day that the history that was written that morning would go on to shape so much of my adult life in the years that laid before me.
NYC outtakes. . . .
the High Line in Chelsea @ sunset
one of my favorite memories of the trip was spending the evening sitting laughing and engaging in rich conversation @ Tavern 29 right across from our hotel. what can I say. . . beer = truth serum = uncensored/unfiltered discussions about war
Madison Square Park
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