I bought myself a couple of new Autumn inspired kids books this year.
Yes. For me.
I haven’t allowed myself to do that for a few years now. Because, well….I am a grown up. That lives in a house with another grown up. And a soon to-be minted teenager.
Certainly the money spent could have been applied to any number of household requirements.
Today I am taking some time to set up my Autumn nature table. Which isn’t really a table so much anymore, but more a small section of our bookshelf.
Again. An adult with the same living arrangements mentioned above.
Crumpled and coffee stained piece of paper holding directions to Kingston, ON. Each kilometre bringing me closer to my girl Abbey who was a university student at the time.
Why do such things elicit such an emotional response from deep within me?
It’s something that I don’t really care to delve into so much anymore. I just welcome it all in and accept that I am funny like that.