The charms of autumn are never lost on me, but for some reason, the season's really swept me off my feet this year. Fall colors come a bit later in California, and the reds and oranges seemed to take over our new neighborhood in a matter of days last week.
It's funny: the changing leaves remind me of Chicago with its gorgeous brick and ivy, its towering tunnels of trees, and I've found that fall makes me feel homesick for Illinois in a sort of beautiful, melancholy way. In the past, I labeled myself as more of a summer girl — hence college in San Diego — but I'm starting to think that autumn may have my heart. Something about the crisp, cooler air and the changing colors and the new-school spirit that lingers even long after you're a student make everything feel new and hopeful and on the edge of something different. It's an on-the-brink sort of season, a time when everyone starts to crave the feeling of comfort. And there's just something sort of special about that.