Important newsflash: today is September 2nd! Like everyone else in my Facebook feed, I’m having some thoughts about the arrival of September.
Back when I was a working stiff living in NYC, the onset of September would induce a bittersweet mix of emotions: mourning the end of another summer filled with weekends at the beach (see above photo) mixed with a bit of excitement at the prospect of fully returning to city living. Crisp weather! Wearing pants again! Drinking a glass of wine after work instead of rushing to the train! But also: Working til 5pm on Fridays?? And, what exactly were you supposed to do during the day in New York, again? It felt liberating and sad at the same time, leaning more in either direction depending on my mood.
Last summer in New Orleans, the close of summer brought absolutely no feelings of regret – too hot to be nostalgic – and only feelings of anticipation. Finally, October, arguably Louisiana’s best month weather-wise, was in sight.
This year, I’m closing out summer on Long Island as I prepare to leave for Rome. It has to be said, I firmly believe there’s no better place to spend a summer than on the east end of Long Island. But, how can you feel bad about the end of a summer when you’re leaving for Rome on Labor Day? I’ll be savoring the last days at the beach, but also doing Rosetta Stone lessons and finalizing the details of our Italian apartment (!!!).
So, as I said at the start of this post, benvenuto, autunno*! And, happy Labor Day weekend, everyone.
*This means “welcome, fall!”. I just googled it.