There is no getting around it this time. The mornings are crisp and chilly. The light is waning. Summer is indeed half over. And with all that the next year promises, I will be pleased to welcome fall.
Park City has been lovely this year; so much nicer than I thought it might be. Yes, it was crazy cold in the winter, but it was still beautiful, and the parties were great fun. The summer has been the kind of summer you remember from when you were a kid–hot in the afternoons, cool and starry at night, and fresh and dewy every morning. We bought an air conditioner in May, just in case, and still haven’t taken it out of the box (knock wood). In short, it has been ideal.
But San Francisco feels like home to me, and I can’t wait to settle in there. I was there last week, (although my computer in the hotel ate the posts I wrote), and the familiarity was amazing. I found it in the patterns on the sidewalks, the smell of the air on the piers, in the attitude of the people I met, and in the ever present breeze. San Francisco has changed some, to be sure. It is a bit more bustling, a little more casual (I can’t remember seeing anyone in a suit and tie), and EVERYONE is now a Giants fan. Of course, I have changed some too, thank goodness.
It was just a year ago this week that we moved into our home in Park City. I am so much stronger now, and so much more sure of myself and my relationship–much happier than I have been in a long time. Living here is something I said I would never do, never could do, never wanted to try to do. And yet it is here that so many things came together for me.
Life is funny that way.
We still have two more months to get moved out, since we have a big wedding here over Labor Day and want to be able to put all our energy towards that. So I can really enjoy every day that we have left, especially at this, the most beautiful time of year.
Come fall, we will say good bye to this sweet town and head out to the next chapter, in San Francisco.
But I think I may need to come back for the Barbara Party.