I love this time of year. 

The leaves are falling, but there’s still a hint of color left.   The wind is blowing and the temperature has dropped to that perfect hot chocolate cold.  I’ve broken out my sweaters and I’m sleeping in long underwear again.  It’s perfect.

There’s something about the months of November and December that make me all warm and fuzzy inside.  Perhaps its Starbucks hawking their peppermint mochas, but the Holidays just get me in that mood.  You know that mood, the one that makes you want to string lights, hug your friends, and make promises to quit smoking or lose weight?  Oh, and of course, this mood also makes you want to eat every single piece of cake, cookie, and pie that enters any part of your vision.  While this eat-fest is indeed enjoyable, there are concerns about the massive amounts of poundage that will, undoubtedly, take refuge on my ass and thighs.

But fuck-it.  I don’t care about the impending weight of doom.  I’m too busy wearing thermal socks and drinking tea while watching How the Grinch Stole Christmas.  I’m wearing my favorite scarves and shopping for gifts for my loved ones.  It’s nice, fun, and comforting. 

Also around this time of year, the nostalgia is palpable.  I can’t tell you how many conversations I have begun with a phrase like “Oh this reminds of me of when…”  It’s a nice feeling, to remember the goods times.  It’s even not so bad to remember the not so good times.  They helped make me who I am; after all, even if they were painful at the time, I’m grateful for them.  In that spirit, I saw old friends this weekend.  It was nice to put my arms around them and joke with them, and fall asleep on the couch because I was so totally exhausted next to them.  Still, I wasn’t able to spend a lot of time with them because of my crazy insane schedule.  I do regret that sometimes.  But  it was fun to reminisce and  share memories again.    Still, I get sad when I think about how little I get to see some of them. 

But, moving on.  I don’t want to dwell on unpleasantness, because in fact, I have something happy to disclose.  I have a crush on a boy!  Since my last relationship ended (which reminds me I need to update my facebook page), I’ve been feeling kind or down, which I think is normal, and maybe a little bit like a failure.  But I discovered over the weekend that I have a little crush and I’m thrilled! 

I’ve known this boy for a short while, less than a year, but I consider us friends and I am happy he’s in my life.  But recently we’ve started talking more, mostly because of the organization we are both in, and I don’t know, I think he’s cute, and funny, and really smart, and genuine and just a really fantastic person. 

The interesting thing, if interesting is the right word, is that he is in a wheelchair; has been his whole life.  And while I have never considered myself discriminatory toward disabled people, I’ve never really found myself attracted to anyone physically disabled before.  But, this guy, let’s call him “S” gives me butterflies.  He’s charming, has killer eyes, and is hysterical.  And I am totally crushing on him.  It feels nice to be giddy again.  In fact, I caught myself flirting with him a little bit this weekend.  I think I’m going to continue the trend and bake some cookies to take to him, something girly and a little suggestive.  After all, what good are crushes if you can’t indulge a little in the process?

Ok, this ends my update.  Down side, slightly depressed and overwhelmed.  Plus side, happy nostalgia and new crush. 

I think it is the most wonderful time of the year.