Fall is far and away my favorite season, which I know is like saying Christmas is my favorite holiday and Justin Timberlake is my favorite member of *NSYNC. Even so, I just love this time of year. Summer is fun and carefree and full of travel and the beach and variety, but fall brings back one of my favorite things in life - routine. Oh, routine. Sometimes I just love that word. And I especially love it right now as I'm coming out of one of the craziest, routine-less nine month spans of my life.
Last Thanksgiving I moved from New York City to Atlanta. A week later, I started working at Chick-fil-A. Over the last eight months, I've attempted to get acclimated to a new city, learn a new job, find a new church, and reconnect with old and new friends. I made an offer on a house in January (it didn't go through), visited no less than eight Atlanta area churches throughout the year (I counted) and went through a six-week training class with my job (where I learned employment law and how to bread chicken). I've been to New York twice, California twice, DC twice. Needless to say, it's been a whirlwind.