Yall Dont Understand How Obsessed I Am With Conway This Time Of Year.

Y’all don’t understand how obsessed I am with Conway this time of year.

A perfect little hideaway. I’m ready to get lost.

As much time as I’ve spent in Pisgah. I’ve never seen it in the fall. When I left this place behind, it was green. Nothing speaks to the passage of time like seeing the tail end of fall. The colors peaking through empty trees ready for winter.

Those winter trees- just like I found it when I moved there last November. What’s strangely beautiful about leaving earlier. I always called Pisgah my home away from home. I knew exactly how to get to the coast from there. No navigation needed between two places which feels like home. Even if it’s a 5 hour drive now.

Fall this year hit me hard in a lot of ways. I know I’ve talked here about being sad that I would miss out on fall foliage now that I’m back on the coast. My new back yard had other plans. It has made me so happy to have foliage out of my bedroom window and on the path. To make it better it has been mixed in with live oaks. It happens a lot later in the year here, but I’m so happy the earth gifted me with some foliage after my move.

Going into winter again, I never appreciated how the evergreen pine forests, palms, live oaks, and the general coastal surroundings protected me from true seasonal depression. I know last year it was a mixture of experiencing a real “stick season” and being homesick, etc… but it’s comforting knowing that my world here is not going to go gray for a while. The shorter days don’t hurt as hard now that I have friends to see. I have safe places to go. The dark isn’t as scary or lonely here.

The days do get shorter, but there’s something about the sunsets this time of year.

The other side of autumn here. I love the changing seasons, but the beach stays the same. In a good way of course.