Fall’s Always The Best

Once my first summer in Oregon ended, I was ready to experience my favorite season for the first time in a different state. Fall has always been my favorite season; October has always been my favorite month; and Halloween has always been my favorite holiday. I always look forward to fall, but this time, I was insufferably excited to finally have a boyfriend to enjoy the season with, for the first time since my heart break. I wanted us to carve pumpkins that could match one another, go to the drive-ins and watch a scary movie, eat way too much candy until we almost explode, and find an awesome group costume for him, my best friend, and myself.

Before October, there’s the overlooked month, September. Now, I actually really enjoy September, as it’s the gentle opening into fall; The weather’s not too cold nor too hot, school’s just starting, and there’s a possibility of a new chapter in your life starting. Not to mention, September marks National Suicide Prevention Month, and I’ve had a couple people in my life commit suicide, so September has a lot of sentimental value to me. Back in Colorado, there’s a walk my family and I participate in across the town every year, and I was pretty sad that I was going to miss it. But my best friend, our third roommate, and I found pretty affordable tickets to see The Lumineers live in concert. I had never felt like more of hipster than in that moment. Even though my best friend and I were having some issues with our third roommate, we were all laughing and having a good time. A few months later, that third roommate had a falling out with my best friend and I. He just had a different personality and goals than us, so there wasn’t any bad blood or anything, we just all knew it was time to part ways. Though I talked about moving from Colorado to Oregon with my best friend, I forgot to mention that there was a third person who came with us. I met him at my high school job, but in only a few months the three of us became the three musketeers. He came from South Carolina for an internship, but asked to come with us because he wanted to figure out his next move. We were only friends for a year, but he was a cool dude and I hope he’s living out his pastry chef dreams.

In the middle of September, my sister decided to come for a visit and experience Oregon in the fall. I was pretty excited to see her in my territory and have her meet my boyfriend. Her husband’s dad was sick at the time, and he couldn’t take much time off work, so he had to stay back. Even though my sister was having a hard time being in a new environment, away from her husband and his sick father, she was still trying to spend quality time with me. Our first stop was Canon Beach, where we were stalked and chased by seagulls. I then took her and my best friend to a pumpkin patch that we were lost in for two hours. Finally, it was time for my sister to meet my boyfriend. We were all watching a movie, smoking some weed, and eating ice cream, but I could tell something was off. Later, my sister followed me in the bathroom and told me she felt a little uncomfortable by my boyfriend. I was pretty confused at first, but I decided to just see if sleep would change her mind. But in the morning she said she wasn’t sure if she wanted to hangout with my boyfriend anymore, and asked for the next few days to just be the two of us. I was having a really hard time with my sister not liking my boyfriend, but she eventually told me she wanted to try and get to know him better. So, the three of us went on a gorgeous hike with several waterfalls and talked the whole time. My boyfriend was still on edge because he didn’t understand why my sister was uncomfortable at first. Later, she told me she was just having a hard time away from home and wanted to be alone with her sister. So, everything ended on a high note, and my sister even gave my boyfriend a hug.

Once October came around, I was ready to die from excitement. Now, I love Jesus and I’m a hardcore Christian, but the creepy, dark-side of things has always intrigued me. My dad and I have always been nerds for conspiracy theories and I love watching anything suspenseful. My boyfriend and I had done some Halloween traditions that other couples do; such as make a blanket together, watch scary movies with the blanket, buying matching ghost sweatshirts, and going to the pumpkin patch. My best friend, my boyfriend, and I had decided to pick a theme and wear costumes that relate to that theme, and, as lame as it is, go trick-or-treating. We all decided that the theme should be “villains.” My best friend decided to dress as the scary little girl clown from “Terrifier 2,” my boyfriend went as Ghostface from, “Scream,” and I was an ordinary, creepy doll from any movie/tv show that has a creepy doll as the villain. We scored a decent amount of candy, as for some reason, there were hardly any kids out. Nonetheless, we all enjoyed the holiday and took plenty of photos!

November was another good month, as my boyfriend was coming home with me for Thanksgiving to meet my entire family. My best friend had decided to road trip with us, as her parent’s house was on the way to mine. Even though the key to my car broke off the fob, and we had an hour delay because of it, we still had a blast road tripping together. My best friend and boyfriend were bonding, and surprisingly, nobody got agitated. Once we got into Colorado, the weather dropped and we had to take precaution driving on the slick roads. After dropping off my best friend, we finally arrived at my parent’s house. They had dinner ready and immediately started asking a million question. After introducing them to my boyfriend and telling them about the drive, we went to bed. While in my hometown, I introduced my boyfriend to some family and friends, showed him all my favorite spots, and told him my conspiracy theory about the town. We were having a blast, but I still felt some negative energy being back home. I’m not sure why I always feel weird when I visit home, but I still appreciate the time I do get to be back to where it all started. If it weren’t for my hometown, I’m not sure who I might have been or where I would’ve ended up. Even though my journey hasn’t been easy, I’m still grateful for everyone and everything that got me to the point that I’m at now. I don’t know, fall’s just always the best!