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The year feels like it's slipping through my fingers. In 16 days it will be Thanksgiving. In 21 days Dave and I will know when we can move into our new apartment. In 38-42 days, we'll set foot in a new place to call home. In 45 days it'll be Christmas, then in 46 it'll be as far away from Christmas as it gets. In 52 days it'll be the first day of 2016.

The days in between will be slow and full: last-minuteish home shopping, planning, and saving energy for the colder months ahead. Mornings spent in bed reading or tidying bit by bit, work days filled with holiday preparation, nights biding my time until the next day - writing, or reading, or spending time with friends and family.

I'm starting to appreciate what a lovely slow down fall can be: an opportunity to reflect after the long, sun-drenched days of summer, when maybe you're a little more lonely and a little more sad, but it's still okay.

I wish it lasted a little longer. Winter creeps up so fast, but I'm trying to enjoy the last few lovely, brisk autumn days.