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.