I feel like I'm on the brink of a lot of things at once.
November is usually, for me, quite a drawn-out month. I love Xmas (gift-giving and family-time are some of those things that make me purely happy) so November sometimes seems like a cruel, bitingly-cold joke played between the fun of Hallowe'en and the joy of Xmas. Nothing is going on, it's cold, and I'm saving up money to spoil my friends and family.
What's there to like about that?
This year, I have a different feeling of anticipation than I usually do, and this one is an amalgamation. I'm waiting, foot on the proverbial clutch and hand hovering over the gearstick. What am I waiting for? Well, that's the thing. A lot of it I can't discuss just yet, and that's the most frustrating part.
I have been talking the ear off a few select people of late (the wonderful Krusty Mardle and the incomparable Mammy Eustace, I love you both) but largely these are the sort of potential life-changes that require a veil of secrecy in order to hopefully grant them the light of day. Suffice it to say, however, that I am on the edge of my seat, on the edge of my lease, and on the edge of my sanity.
A few things you will catch me doing for the rest of the eleventh month of a strange year are: watching Tim Burton's The Nightmare Before Christmas at least twice; getting my final round of tattooing done for 2015; finally seeing the incredible Clutch live; investing in a new onesie; finding some new hearty vegan recipes; and hovering my mouse over the "play" button on my Xmas Spotify playlist.
What's your November for?