I have a friend who fondly refers to the months of September to December as “The Chunk”. She calls it this because it is her favourite chunk of the year. It’s the beginning of a new school year, it’s fall, it’s winter, and it’s Christmas. She loves fall, the colours, the tea-drinking… Everything really.
I think that The Chunk is one of my favourite parts of the year too. I love fall. I love cozying up in handknits. I love preparing for winter. I appreciate the nice days that much more, since I know that very few are left. I love the fuzzy coats that the horses grow.
The Chunk makes me nostalgic for chunks past. Last year, The Chunk was one of the most exciting times of my life. I was entering University, and living on my own for the first time in my life. I had new and old friends and special people in my life. There were definitely some hard times; I remember a three week span where I cried nearly every day. I lost some loved ones, and gained perspective on events past.
I got through those weeks because I had people to care for me. Some of those people have since drifted away, but some will be with me once again during this year’s Chunk. I’ll be living in a new house and starting a new year, but I’ll be away from my horse and my family. There will be new knits, but also new hardships.
I think The Chunk is when I really start to put things into perspective. I get to be busy during the Chunk, but I also have more down time, since the weather is colder. I appreciate the outdoors even more, and with Thanksgiving I think about what I’m thankful for.
We are entering The Chunk, and I can’t stress enough how happy I am about that, even though it’s going to be vastly different from last year.