island fever

as the baseball post-season draws closer and all my friends start talking about cooler temperatures and pumpkin flavored food, i can't help but feel sad about missing fall for the first time in my life.  tomorrow marks the one year anniversary of the day colby and i had our first date, AKA the best day in history ever of all time.  along with the excitement of reaching this milestone, however, is a bit of sadness about the life we left behind.  we've never been to a braves or falcons game together.  in fact, we only lived in atlanta for a month before we jumped ship and moved to paradise.  i wish we could celebrate our anniversary at a braves game or oktoberfest, drinking beer and cuddling up in hoodies.  i know in my heart as well as logically that our life here is incredible and better in so many ways, and i wouldn't change any of our decisions for the world, but there's still a part of me that wants to break down and cry because i won't see any changing leaves or wear a sweater dress to starbucks to get a (triple grande non-fat with whip) white chocolate mocha.

i'm so jealous that the braves are going to the wildcard play-off and i won't be there to see it, or chipper's last game.  sam adams octoberfest is out and i can't drink it.  halloween is coming up and we probably won't be dressing up, and definitely won't be decorating our apartment.  college football season is in full swing and i can't watch any of the games i want to see.  i tried to bake a pumpkin pie and there's no canned pumpkin to be found on this island.  i want to wear cute maternity jeans and sweaters with riding boots and take maternity photos with colorful leaves.  and now that i got that out of my system, it's time to remind myself that i live here: