Do you remember the 21st night of September?
It’s that time of year again. You know, when summer fades into fall. The goose bumps that populate your arms as you step out the door on a dubiously sunny morning are telling you to ditch the flip-flops and sundresses in favour of something warmer. It’s the time of year for apple orchards, puffy outdoorsy vests, plaid of all sorts, knit hats, new backpacks, and most importantly, it’s a time for change.
There’s something afoot during the last couple of weeks of September that always makes me feel wistful. Especially when I hear that old Earth Wind & Fire song, aptly titled September. Hearing this song actually happens more often than you might think, because of my proclivity for 70’s internet radio when I’m hungover.
September is the most significant month of the year for me. My personal calendar year begins in September. January doesn’t mean a thing to me. Resolutions and all the crap, whatever. It’s still winter, it’s still freezing and dark out. But September brings with it a drastic change in seasons, and has often wrought drastic changes in my life.
All of my most precious memories are captives of September. When I hear this song a little movie of all those wonderful things starts playing in my mind. I’m transported back in time, and I remember…
I remember meeting two of the most important people in my life:
Then a year later, being lucky enough to add another wonderful person into our fold:
I remember living alone, completely unsupervised for the first time in my life:
And all the excellent keggers we were able to have, unfettered by parents and rules:
I remember my first lifetime ban from a bar after I draught ‘n’ dashed with Joce-force. Then laughing uncontrollably while hiding out from “the po po” in the bushes:
There were two roomie birthdays at the end of the month, both Jenna and Whit:
And how epic all of our celebrations were when the last roomie finally turned 19 and could ditch the fake I.D.
I remember shotgunning beers at 9:00am for homecoming!
I remember having school spirit:
Discovering that Bigfoot truly does exist, and how bold his hands were:
I remember falling in love…
After graduation, when it was time to grow up, I remember getting my first job. A real crack at a career:
I remember that I’m brave:
I took my very first flight, all the way to the Middle East! Completely on my own in a new country, with no prior travelling experience.
And I remember feeling complete fulfillment in my job and being humbled by the realization that I was making a difference in the lives of others:
And most importantly of all, I remember…
Dancing in September!
Oh the memories, so sweet! Such an amazing thing to have when you’re not having the brightest of days…
I love that song, and I love the flood of memories it brings. It is my reassurance that I’m doing a real kick-ass job at this “living” thing. No matter what changes and where this life takes me, I will always have: the most spectacular friends, my darling D, and a deep-seated passion to live a remarkable life.
And if all this is what’s behind me, then I can’t wait to see what else is coming my way. It can only get better from here.