trees and stuff for sale

Now that I think about it, I'm not exactly a rolling stone. My wife and I have been toying with the idea of moving recently, but it's been hard to get excited about the prospect of packing up all our stuff and moving from one suburban neighborhood to another. I can't say I really dislike where we live now either. Our yard is beautiful in the spring. We have a nice deck to relax on.

On the other hand, it could be closer to work. It could have a different layout; all the groceries have to go upstairs to the kitchen, the bathroom situation isn't exactly optimal, etc.

Usually, when moving crosses my mind, it is part of some bigger daydream. I think about changing jobs, moving across country, maybe even moving to another country all together. I've been at my job for 9 years now and the time has snuck up on me. We've been in this house even longer. So we decided to do a little harmless looking around. I mean what's wrong with just looking?

I forgot about the autumn.

It happens every year to one extent or another and it always surprises me when it does. I get restless. I don't know if it is just left over from my school years where the fall always represented a new beginning. It was always a fresh start, new classes, new teachers, an empty notebook full of clean sheets of paper. In the fall there are brand new pencils with unused erasers. It means starting out with a straight A average and the feeling that it could stay that way if I toe the line this year.

Walking around in a house that is for sale does make me think. It brings back some of that restlessness and reminds me of how the fall used to feel when I was younger.