Summer is officially coming to an end as we approach the final month of the season. August is the time where I run around trying to juggle my upcoming school priorities and also attempt to enjoy the heat while I can. I constantly see girls on social media posting “Countdowns until Autumn begins!” and “only so many weeks until Halloween!” So ladies, my question to you is; why?! Don’t get me wrong, living in New England is amazing (I don’t think I have to elaborate on this, we have Tom Brady). We get the best of each season, but let’s be real, we also get the worst.

I love football games, Uggs, and the colorful trees just as much as the next person. That is, until it begins to drop to frigid 30 degree temperatures while watching those football games. I have to wear about a billion pairs of fuzzy socks underneath my Uggs, which to be quite honest isn’t a terrible thing. And has anyone else noticed the trees get bear like a month in? No? Well here’s my advice to you, snap those artsy Instagram pictures quick people, because those vibrant trees go naked way too soon.

Living in New England, especially Massachusetts, I feel like we get Winter way, way longer than any other season. It feels like Fall for about two to three weeks until Elsa suddenly feels the need to “Let It Go,” thus, resulting in blizzard warnings mid-October. I vividly remember twirling around in my Sleeping Beauty costume on Halloween, and then being extremely disappointed because you couldn’t see the glittered dress beneath the Winter coat my parents had forced me to wear. So to the lady on Hamilton Street that year: No. I was not a pink marshmallow, thank you very much.

Since we’re also on the subject of spooky things, I have never been to a haunted house. Jump scares? Not my thing. Chainsaws? Not my thing either. Clowns jumping out at you with chainsaws? You guessed it, most definitely not my thing. If I really wanted to be scared out of my mind, I would shut off the lights in my house and rent Paranormal Activity to watch by myself. Both would probably never let me sleep again, but why wouldn’t I just spent $3 on the movie instead? (Side note: neither of these examples are appealing to me.)

Also, I think I’m about to make some new enemies here, but I hate Pumpkin Spiced Lattés, Frappuccinos, you name it. Sorry, I guess my female genetics must have skipped that or something. Walking by Yankee Candle at this time each year is literally torture. As if the scent in there wasn’t already pungent enough, I have to hold my breath so it doesn’t feel as if I’ve been smacked in the face with a Pumpkin Pie. Let the record show though, that I’m more of the Hot Cocoa kind of gal.

I am most definitely not bashing on Fall though, I just don’t see all the hype about it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m always ready to whip out the North Face, leggings, and boots, but the thing is; if I had to choose between my May-August wardrobe and my September-November wardrobe, you would definitely catch me getting a tan some place warm.