5 Things to Love About Fall in New England

Like many other New Englanders, fall is my favorite season – and it’s not just because it makes me all mooshy and wistful. Autumn is one of the things that makes living in this area truly special, and its arrival always reminds me why I love it here so much. Here are five of my favorite things about this time of year.

Okay, so foliage might be everyone’s favorite thing about fall in New England. But oh my God, it’s worth mentioning a hundred-thousand times. Look at this tree, guys. I actually get to wake up and see this thing every single day. Is there anything more beautiful in nature? I think not.

Gorgeous fall foliage

What’s better than looking out your window and seeing this?

Wardrobe changes
I don’t know about you, but I’m always excited to say so long to the summer clothes. I prefer a well-fitting pair of jeans and stylish boots over shorts and flip flops any day. There’s just something wonderful about digging out the cold-weather clothing and pulling on the first comfy sweater of the season. Fall fabrics, textures, styles. I adore them.

Warm beverages
The last thing you want to do in triple-digit summer heat and 95% humidity is drink something warm. “Oh, I’m melting and can barely breathe because the air is so wet! Let me pour this 150-degree beverage down my throat,” said nobody ever. But if you ask me, both tea and coffee are so much better when they’re hot. One of my favorite things about fall is actually enjoying my coffee without breaking a sweat.

I love pumpkin, but it has become one of the most polarizing topics in the media recently. (Sad.) Pumpkin spice has made its way into everything from M&Ms to Greek yogurt, and people are all up in arms about it. First world problems. If you’re feeling mad about a flavor, slap yourself upside the head and then channel that negative energy into a well-crafted complaint letter to Starbucks corporate. Their infamous pumpkin spice latte is the root cause of the recent craze. I bet they’ll even send you a gift card. Just make sure you don’t use it to perpetuate all of society’s ills by purchasing a pumpkin-infused menu item.

Autumn air
You know those dry, cool fall mornings where you step outside and you’re instantly hit by the fresh, sweet smell of fallen leaves? I wish I could bottle it up and make a freakin’ air freshener. I’d make a gazillion dollars and never have to work again.

Fall Nostalgia: Autumn Always Turns Me Into Moosh

Autumn in New England

Why do I morph into a sensitive moosh each autumn?

What is it about this season that makes me so sentimental? I can never pin down the exact reason, yet it happens every year without fail. Maybe it’s because even though I haven’t attended school in years, part of me strongly associates autumn with transition – new classes, new friends, and a modified schedule – and I’ve always felt uncomfortable with change, naturally gravitating towards things that are predictable, steady, and stable. Whatever the reason, the cool, crispness in the air is always my cue to seek comfort in the warmest, most familiar places. Once fall arrives, I’m swept away by this wave of nostalgia and a persistent urge to reconnect with people I’ve loved.

I know, I know: moosh.

Sorry for emoting at you, but it seems that it isn’t just me who has been feeling this way lately. In the past week, I’ve received thoughtful, heartfelt messages from two of my oldest, dearest friends who also grew up in the New England area. One reminded me that we’ve just entered our 19th year of friendship, and the other came into my life nearly 15 years ago. While we haven’t been great at keeping in touch recently, both of them are still so important and familiar to me. It’s funny how you can simply pick up where you left off with some people after months or years. Your lives have changed, yet that profound, emotional connection remains. It’s one of the things I treasure most about true friendship – and one of the things I love best about reconnecting with old friends.

I’m not sure what it is about the fall that makes me feel so sentimental – if anyone can pin it down for me, I’d be grateful – but one thing is for certain: this season of comfort, warmth, and nostalgia is one that I look forward to each year. It’s the best and most beautiful time to live in New England.