When I learned that September 22 was the first official day of fall I was floored. I grew up associating my birthday with fall, even though it was never “fall weather” in early September. I associated myself with all things pumpkin and sweaters and falling leaves and coziness.
My birthday usually falls on Labor Day weekend (though not this year!) so I guess it’s kind of a goodbye to summer.
It felt like I had been living a lie.
Does it matter? No, not really… but I definitely prefer fall to summer.
Redheaded Jill 
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