A couple of weeks ago my boyfriend and I rented and car and drove to the beautiful state of New Hampshire. It was a crisp fall day and as we made our way north I couldn’t help but be amazed by how beautiful the foliage was. Living in the city has given me limited to nature, so seeing the tremendous beauty that is the North East in fall was almost overwhelming. I understand why people drive hours to gaze at nature will their fellow leaf peepers; it’s truly remarkable.
As I starred at the colorful trees that lined the highway I said, “I know this might sound basic…but I love fall.”
I am not ashamed to say that I, like every stereotypical suburban girl, love fall. It’s the perfect season. Spring doesn’t exist anymore, summer is sweaty, and winter is just…winter. Fall is the combination of everything I love; pretty colors, football, and pumpkin flavored everything. Since this beloved season will be gone before we know it, I decided to reflect on the many reasons I love fall. So when I’m trudging through the snow and cursing myself for living in the North East, I’ll remember that I have something to look forward to.
Apple picking: free apples (i.e., the ones you eat while you’re apple picking), apple cider donuts, and planning all the apple-inspired desserts I’ll never make.
IPAs, whiskey, and red wine galore: so long 3% summer beers and hello 9% IPAs! Although I do enjoy the occasional warm-weather cocktail, I much prefer a whiskey neat or a glass of red wine. Both of which are unpleasant when consumed in 95 degree weather, no matter how good the air conditioning is.
Sundays once again have purpose: football is back! Spending the day drinking beer, eating wings, and screaming at the TV is what dreams are made of.
Leaves changing: Instagram heaven.
Boot and sweater season: wearing open-toed shoes in the city is fucking disgusting. Plus my office is never a consistent temperature and carrying a sweater in the summer is annoying. Also, boots makes my legs look more proportionate (thank you CrossFit and spin).
Chai lattes: PSLs are pretty good, but I love me a good chai latte. Now I can walk around and admire the foliage while I sip my tasty beverage, instead of angrily sitting in a loud, pretentious coffee shop.
No more shorts: no one looks good in shorts…no one.
Sweating on the subway becomes less common: the platform has finally cooled and is no longer 100+ degrees. That was a thing…and it was horrible.
Halloween: the most wonderful time of the year in my humble opinion.
Farmers markets galore: I love that anywhere there’s even remotely space in New York a farmer’s market manifests. It’s like when you say “Starbucks” three times in Manhattan.
We were truly blessed this year to have a legit fall. As the days grow shorter and colder and the imminent doom of snow, wind, and the holidays ascend upon us, I will fondly reminisce about brightly colored trees, light jackets, and Oktoberfest beers on tap at every bar.