Well, it's official: today is December 1st. To many, this marks the beginning of the holiday season: drinking hot cocoa by the fire, singing along to Christmas songs on the radio, wandering through a wondrously festive shopping mall, decorating your house for the season and watching others as they prepare to decorate theirs... I'm totally and completely ready for all of this to come, as it's my favorite time of the year.  At the same time, though, it's crazy to think that December is already here.  It feels like fall has quickly come and gone.  Most of the trees on our street are already bare.  Still, this was an incredible, beautiful fall that we had.  I feel bad that I've barely had the chance to document any of it on this blog, so this post is a farewell as well as a remembrance of fall.  I hope you enjoy!

There's this cute little box that I always pass by on my walks to town.  It's in the shape of a house and has a window cut out in the front, and books tucked away inside.  It's called the Little Free Library.  I'd heard of others like this one scattered around, where people can drop off books and others can pick them up as they please.  It's like a miniature library (thus the name).  It's a really great idea, and it's so nice for those to have a heart big enough to donate their own books, knowing it will make someone else's day as they pass by.  I also like the mystery of it.  You never know who will drop off books or who will pick them up, but regardless, there are always new books appearing in this Little Library every time I walk by.

I'm going to let you in on a little secret: these past few days - weeks even - have been pretty hard.  Every day, the same routine of getting on the computer and scrolling through pages and pages of job listings, most of which I'm unqualified for, due to being fresh out of college and having essentially no experience.  It can get really discouraging really fast.  And Facebook's no better either, which was my big mistake when I logged onto it last night.  People having lives, people getting jobs and boyfriends and moving to cities.  Meanwhile, I'm stuck back home in my small town, trying to get my life to budge towards something promising.  Managing to find myself at an all-time-low after that, I knew that I had to pick myself up somehow the next day.  Because that's what's always most important following post-grad life: amidst the job searching and the helplessness, it's important to step away from that for a while so as to be reminded of and appreciate the small things in life we so often overlook, even in our daily lives.