Living In The South Begs The Question: What Even Is Fall?
Fall, I know you exist. Send a girl a sign.
Fall is one of those times of year where I become so excited, I can practically feel the cinnamon spice in my veins, but every single year, I am immensely disappointed. Why? Because I am cursed with living in the south.
Fall doesn't exist here. It's this mythical being that we read about in books and see in movies but have never actually experienced. Fall is the unicorn of the seasons, the one that we all wish for but never get to see. When everyone is supposed to frolicking in pumpkin patches and breaking out the sweaters, southerners are wearing as little clothing as possible and breaking out in a sweat instead.
It sucks, it's hellish, and oh my god can fall please get here already?!
To me, fall is the most beautiful season and the fact that I don't even really get to experience it makes me both irritated and sad at the same time. In the south, we are lucky if we get maybe one week of fall. Usually, the weather goes from straight from summer to winter. Why do I have to miss out on a season that is known for its beautiful colors, amazing weather, and just overall ambiance? Why do southerners get the crap end of the stick?
We're already dealing with the humidity, the traffic, and the pollen, so Mother Nature, can you please help a girl out and SEND ME SOME FALL WEATHER? Please and thank you, ma'am.
You might think I am being dramatic and over exaggerating but while you northerners are cannonballing into piles of leaves and enjoying a hot cup of coffee, I am still wearing shorts, still sweating, and still VERY disappointed.
All I'm asking for is some weather that is below eighty degrees. I think we have all deserved this, don't you think?
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