But I feel the wind tangling my hair and the scent of rain and fallen leaves and I think that maybe I'm waking up.
There are pumpkins and bones and bats decorating my local coffee shop and I sometimes wonder how it took so long for Halloween to become another commodity. Everyone loves Halloween these days, but I remember being small and excited and shut down when I wanted to talk about ghouls and vampires out of season, and 'season' lasted only a week or two at most. There were parties, of course, and trick or treating, but not the rows and rows of candy and themed merchandise and massive shops. Of course, the world itself was smaller then, it seems. Christmas didn't start until the day after Thanksgiving. Things were slower.
No one can wait anymore.
I'm fucking directly off to Japan at the end of the year, as I have before
. I need this like I need air; the space to breathe that I can only find when I'm (mostly) alone, when I'm in new places, maybe-maybe-not meeting new people. Out of this country for a short while, at the very least. This year has been nerve-wracking in a lot of ways. I just want to see the mikan groves and smell the sea and deafen myself with music.