I'm yet again sitting by a window November, looking out at the neighbor's uplit garden. He and his wife have struggled to put up Christmas lights in their appletrees, it looks magical. As I look outside I feel the warmth at my feet, the tiled stove we have is lit, keeping us extra warm when the cold now finally hit this country bringing the cozy feeling in our home up by a hundred percent. Everything is more intense but quiet this year and all I feel is exhausted.
I graduated and became a preschool teacher in January and started to work right away at a workplace I thought would be it for me but an opportunity arrived that I couldn't ignore. So I now work with my old coworker, the person that said that I should study, the reason I'm where I am today. I love it there, always has, it feels like home. Having that stable environment has helped with all the different things that have hit my family over the year that has passed, things that won't be over for a long time, and some that never will be again. As sorrow takes place for a funeral, joy takes over for really good news, a back and forth game all year long. I am emotionally tired dear month, all I want is a quiet moment to just be. I look out my window and think about what the year has brought when you come to visit again November. How much things change, how much I change, for good and for bad. Years have passed since I started, every year I try different approaches to you November. This year I wrote short, short stories and I really like them, so much that I might continue writing them. The month is to an end and soon is this year as well. I hope the next one is nothing like how this one was, I want difference, happiness, and good changes. One can only hope and wish.
I will see you around next year November, take care. /Linnéa
