There's a crispness in the air tonight. I don't know what it is, but there's something about the weather that just feels like Autumn.

The Fall was always my favorite time of year. Growing up in Nebraska, I hated the Winters. They were always too cold. And, I didn't much like the Summers either. They were always so hot and humid. Spring was usually OK, but nothing compares to Autumn.

I was thinking about that, and how Los Angeles doesn't really have seasons. There is kind of a rainy period in Jan/Feb that I guess you could kind of call winter. But, mostly it's always pretty perfect. Don't get me wrong. That's why I moved here, and I love it. It does mean you lose Autumn though. That may be why I've sort of given up on Halloween. October 31st used to be my favorite holiday. Now though it generally passes unnoticed. Most holidays do pass unnoticed for me, but blowing off Halloween is a new one for me.

Well, as I was thinking about all that, I realized that I've been living in California for nearly 8 years. That is roughly 25% of my life to date. I can't believe that. It just doesn't seem like I've been here for a quarter of my life.

I spent most of my elementary school age years in this little town in the middle of Nebraska. That was only like 7 years. And while in many ways, that seems like virtually my entire childhood, I think I've now been in California longer than that. Time is weird, and it gets more distorted the older I get.