On Sunday, Jocelyn told me to "come home." I actually do think of Saratoga as home these days with Dad and Stepmom so close by and so many friends still there. Then she told me she is buying a house there, something I could see myself maybe doing someday, and I'm a little jealous.
Plus, now it's fall. Fall is my favorite season in Upstate NY. I have fall traditions there, and I don't have fall traditions here yet, though I am still enjoying this change in weather. Last fall was a weird one, but a great one and I keep thinking about fun excursions I had this time of year last year:
My first time hanging out with Dede. We went apple picking.
Going to the World's Largest Yard Sale in Warrensburg with Sam and Jamie
All the cooking and going out with Chloe
Seeing Ted Leo with Kara and having to drive back from Troy with the top down, not by choice
First wing nights with Bob and crew
blah blah Saratoga Nostalgia blah blah
I got over Saratoga yesterday and started missing France when I went to see one of my favorite movies 400 Blows at the Gene Siskel Film Center (what a cool place!). I've seen it many a time, but never on the big screen, so I'm glad I went. It's really one of the best films ever, I believe. I like the whole Antoine Doinel series and have them all lined up on NetFlix to watch again. The 400 blows score was in my head through the night and all I want to do is live in Paris again. Not right now, but it's gotta happen. I don't want to teach English, which brought so many of my friends back there this year and last, but I'll think of something. If I move to Paris, hopefully I will marry some adult version of this:
Sorry for the sap, but it's autumnal! Get it?? Cuz of maple syrup and stuff? (I guess sap's produced all year long, isn't it? Well, maple syrup = Vermont = leaves changing, yeah yeah, you get it. I'm done.)
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