It hit me when I was driving home yesterday – the pure excitement of fall in Kentucky. Maybe it was the clear blue sky that I haven’t gotten to see all day. Or the fact that it was finally Friday. But, all of a sudden, I got a little giddy about the fact that it was fall. Football games. Robbie’s first soccer season. Keeneland. It’s all here – or almost here. After a few minutes getting excited about fall, it occurred to me that this was my second fall back home, and I wasn’t quite sure why I was as excited as if it was my first.
I thought on it awhile. Last fall, I couldn’t be excited about all of the fun. There was a house sale hanging in the balance in Boston – and one here that depended on it. There was the fear that we (or, in all honesty, I) had made a huge mistake in pushing for the move, even when the condo hadn’t completely sold. There was the pressure of living in my parents’ basement – something we appreciated being able to do. However, it was difficult to go from living 1000 miles away to managing the stress of everything with other people around. And, perhaps most importantly, there was the fact that Justin and I had to figure out Robbie.
None of that matters this fall, though. We are settled in a house we love. Justin and I both know that Lexington is where we want to stay permanently. We have fantastic friends. Family is nearby – and a Godsend. And Robbie has gotten the help we all needed to get on the right track. He is, generally, happy and able to act appropriately in different settings. We have another little boy on the way. As much as Justin probably doesn’t want me to say it because he’s worried I might jinx it – life is pretty perfect right now.
And so, without any constant worries, Justin and I sat in Commonwealth Stadium, awaiting kickoff for the first home game of the season. We were able to fully embrace the afternoon, enjoying each other’s company and the intensity that is Big Blue Nation. God, it was nice. And there was nowhere else in the world I would have wanted to be.