Little Love Letters (November edition)

Dear Fall in New York,
I just love you. Bouquets of sharpened pencils aside, thank you for windy walks home and sweater weather. 

Dear Greenwich Avenue,
In the fall, once they've put up all the Christmas lights, I swear you're a little piece of London to this girl with wanderlust. Thank you for fish and chips and ginger beer and heavy accents. 

Dear Hot Apple Cider,
This year I'm sitting on my porch with you and  you taste like warm kisses and good company.

Dear New Books,
I wish I had more time to read you. Thank you for your patience. 

Dear Election Season,
You're coloring my anxiety red, white, and blue. I'm tired of talking about you. Please go away. 

Dear Grad School,
You're almost through. Please stop giving me busy work. 

Dear Diet,
Can't we reach a compromise? 

Dear Friends I Haven't Seen In Forever,
I'm sorry. 

Dear Apartment,
Thank you for keeping me warm and letting me play my sad music so loudly. 

Dear Gilmore Girls,
Comes sooner. All of my pop-culture references expire after 2007. 

Dear Gansevoort Market, 
You are no Chelsea Market but I appreciate your efforts. Thank you for being less crowded and playing good music. 

Dear November,
You happened so fast.