Since I’ve already resurrected one long-dead bloggy series this month, I decided why not bring another one back to life? Tis the season and all.
Except I’m not going to write about China this time seeing as I don’t live there anymore. That would just be awkward and confusing for everyone. Instead I’m going to write about the stuff I really kind of like about my life at home to remind myself of, well, all the things I like about being home again. And, well, maybe I’ll use it as an excuse to eat a lot of nachos. Or donuts. Or whatever the American equivalent of glutinous rice balls happens to be. Probably donuts.
Let’s begin, shall we?When I lived abroad and people asked me what I missed most about home, I would usually respond with, “Family and friends.”
Because isn’t that what you’re supposed to say when people ask you a question like that?
I mean, not that I didn’t miss my family and friends. I did. Really, guys. But at least I could Skype and email them.
You can’t really do that with jumbo margaritas the size of your head. Which is also something I dearly missed from the States while living abroad.
And fall. I missed me some fall big time. (Or autumn as the Brits call it. But I think we can all agree that fall sounds awesomer. And way more dangerous.)
Fall is my favorite season by far. So I was pretty excited that I was going to be home this year to enjoy it.Not that they didn’t have fall in China.
They had it. Kind of.
They just didn’t really do fall the way I feel fall should be done.
Mind you, I think China did a pretty bang up job when it came to spring. Which is saying a lot because I’ve never been a big fan of spring, what with all the rain. And pastel colors tend to wash me out. But there’s just something about blooming cherry blossom trees and sidewalks covered in confetti-shaped petals that warms the heart of even a long-time spring-grinch such as myself.But, China could really stand to work on its fall.
Despite it’s dainty exterior, the inside is dense and heavy and full of something you wouldn’t expect or even want to find inside a cake – like bean paste or salted duck eggs. Sometimes both. If you’re really not lucky.
Needless to say, this was not exactly my idea of a tasty treat.
I also don’t remember seeing the leaves changing color much during the one fall I spent in China. This could be because I was living too far south. Or because I was there during a particularly warm fall. Or because they didn’t have many deciduous trees where I was living.
Or maybe it had a little something to do with this:
After all, it is kind of hard to see leaves change color when you can’t even see the trees.
Meanwhile, this is my current view at home:
Not too shabby huh?Unfortunately, I haven’t had quite as much time to enjoy the wonders of fall this year as I’ve been spending most of my time at work or holed up at home, grading big huge piles of essays.
Which I have to say is a lot less festive than piles of crunchy orange leaves. And not nearly as fun to jump on. Not that I’ve tried to jump on them. Yet.
But I have had time to enjoy some of the small joys of the season. And, yes, by “small joys” I’m mostly referring to donuts.
But I’m also talking about these things as well:
Pumpkin-Flavored EverythingI read an article recently that said that pumpkin-flavored stuff has never been more popular in the States than it has been this year.
And, as you may recall, I returned to the States this year.
But I’d like to think of the plethora of pumpkin-flavored goodies as America’s little way of wooing me back and pleading with me to stay a little bit longer.
Well, that and all the new reality television series which have been popping up on my TV. (Like, seriously, guys. Are you watching Abby Lee’s Ultimate Dance Competition? Because you really should be. It’s like Toddlers and Tiaras meets So You Think You Can Dance meets crazy. I’m pretty sure America created this one just for me.)I have spent the last month buying almost everything I can find that’s pumpkin-flavored. And then shoving it all into my face. Considering the quantity of pumpkin-flavored stuff currently available, this has been quite a feat.
Of course, there have been donuts. And cupcakes. And pie. And cupcakes that tasted like pie.
And yogurt that pretends to taste like pie, but totally doesn’t.
I have also been recently introduced to pumpkin pie flavored ice cream, which is much better than the yogurt. But, then again, duh. It’s ice cream.
For my morning pumpkin-fix, there are toaster waffles.
And for my evening pumpkin-fix, there’s beer.
I’ve also had a few of these:
Which, don’t taste like pumpkin, mind you, but are shaped like pumpkins, so I’m pretty sure that still counts.
TurtlenecksI love almost everything about fall fashion – patterned tights, plaid skirts, tweed jackets, snuggly scarves.
And I’ve never needed much of an excuse to put a hat on my head.
But turtlenecks are definitely my favoritest.
I mean, what’s not to love about a turtleneck? It’s a sweater with a built-in cuddle for your neck. Who doesn’t love neck cuddles?
Plus, turtlenecks are super handy for messy eaters like myself. You see, I’m the type of person who usually drops half her lunch down her shirt. And that’s on a good day.
But, with a turtleneck, the collar acts as a kind of net to catch all the food I’m always dropping. This week I discovered a half-eaten granola bar in the collar of my turtleneck one day. Who knows where that thing would have ended up if I hadn’t had that turtleneck on!Remember the other week when I went out and bought myself all kinds of girly-girl outfits? It’s possible I also bought a turtleneck.
I even ended up with a short-sleeved turtleneck. Although I know in my heart of hearts that short-sleeved turtlenecks make absolutely no sense.
Because, seriously, if it’s cold enough that your neck needs a special covering, shouldn’t your arms be covered up, too?
The answer is: yes, yes, they should.
Every time I wear it my arms freeze off.
But, whatever, who needs arms when you look this cute?
The Smell of Burning StuffI live out in the country where people are always burning stuff. Especially during the fall. So every time I take a walk, the whole street smells like a campfire.
I don’t really know what people are burning all the time. Leaves? Firewood? Evidence?
It still smells awesome.
HalloweenIt probably says something about my character that my favorite holiday is the one where you get to dress up like someone or something you’re not and go around demanding strangers give you candy.
But, seriously, guys.
Costumes and candy?
It’s like Halloween thought of everything.
I still remember the year when I was in fifth grade and I wore a homemade kangaroo costume complete with a pouch for candy-collecting. It was pretty much the best day of my life. It didn’t even matter that earlier that day I had chipped my tooth, and I wasn’t able to eat any candy. Okay, maybe that mattered a little. And maybe I did try to cram some candy into my mouth until the pain became too much.
That’s how much I love Halloween.
So much so that I’m still having a good time even when I’m crying because my mouth hurts and I have a bag of candy I can’t eat.I still love Halloween more than any other holidays.
Even if I am totally creeped out by the fact that you can now buy sexy Halloween costumes of things that really should never ever be sexy. Like watermelon. I mean, seriously, guys. Who’s like, “I know! I’ll dress up like a watermelon! But a sexy one! I’m sure I’ll be the only sexy watermelon at the party! Because, who thinks like that?”
I haven’t yet decided what I’m going to be for Halloween. Or if I’m even going to dress up this year.
I mean, it’s kind of hard to top the fifth grade kangaroo costume.
But I have some ideas.
Anyone know where I can pick up some pink pleather?What’s your favorite season? What do you love about it? Where’s your favorite place to experience it?