Pumpkin Carriage

Tonight, along with what's left of it, is the eve of my first day of joining society's workforce as one of its official citizens. I'm paralleling this post and this day to my Cinderella fairy tale. For those who know me, you very well understand me and the fact that I'm not one to compare life to a fairy tale, but I can't resist the simile as the clock nears midnight.
I'm ready to take employment by the reigns and add my contribution to this world; I guess regardless of whether or not my life's nick-free streak/gilded carriage will end and turn into a pumpkin, which is soon in season.
Speaking of seasons. I think I'm about to witness a legitimate autumn. The leaves are turning colors. What wonder!
My tenure here in Kansas City has lasted a whopping week and a half so far, and I'm looking to discover more; however, this time spent has found me reminiscing of friends, events, moments, places, foods, street names and whatnot fondly and wistfully. Details are still fresh, and the memories are mostly clear and dear. I know that all the counts of memories, little and small, have afforded me the distance that I've traveled (literally and figuratively) thus far. For this I have only and all to thank those who have graced me with their lives, laughter, smiles, heartaches, stories, thoughts and time.
As the minutes countdown, I should probably scoot to bed. I'm hoping a tried and true cure of good wine, good fruits, good pampering and good conversations will lull me to sleep. Wish me luck!