Fall is almost here. The back-to-school commercials are up and airing full throttle, stores are lined with cardigans, jeans and an infinite amount of Sharpie pens.
It’s back-to-school season. How crazy is that, right? Honestly, the older I get the more time seriously jogs by me – actually scratch that, sprints.
Embracing my older age, a 'big girl' job and the responsibility that systematically comes along with these changes is my newfound duty as an adult. This is the second fall season that I haven’t packed up my car, grabbed a few (ok, maybe the whole pack) paper towel rolls from home and headed toward the most amazing place in the world – Blacksburg. As soon as fall is in the air, I’m immediately reminded that I know longer am a student at Virginia Tech, but an alumnus. Alumnus. The word is even weird. The perks of being a so-called adult are definitely there, but I’ll always miss being a student and the fall season lingering in Blacksburg.
As much as I love my pumpkin spice lattes, flannel button-downs and new lineup of fall shows – there’s nothing quite like the adrenaline rush at a Hokie football game or the Drillfield traced with maroon and orange leaves.
To me, fall lives and breathes in Blacksburg. A place where part of my heart will always belong.
{ The Duck Pond + all its beauty. }
{ A quiet park behind my old apartment. It was my go-to spot for thinking + long walks/runs. }
{ Leaving my mark at The Cellar was an obvious must. One of my favorite Blacksburg bars, gosh I miss it. }
{ Sunday runs at Heritage Park. This trail was a hidden Blacksburg gem. }
{ Exhilarating; probably the one word I can use to describe Virginia Tech football games. }
{ My quaint little neighborhood engulfed in maroon + orange. Walking down these streets is something I'll never forget. }