Many people who feel an irrational love for something can often face dissenting opinions. I get and think it’s understandable. After all, in high school I had an irrational love for Howie D. of the Backstreet Boys, and was convinced he was the best Backstreet Boy of them all. However, I can't understand why people don't absolutely love fall. It’s beautiful. It’s crisp. It’s an excuse for sweatpants, sweaters and scarves. But, as my fellow autumn obsessives will surely understand, people out there who just don’t like happiness actually exist, and those people tend to say things moms who love fall are sick of hearing.
I spent four years in Southern California in my mid-twenties, so now that I’m back up in the Pacific Northwest (where I'm originally from), fall means a whole lot more to me than it did before. I missed rain when I lived in California. I missed clouds and cold weather and being able to drink coffee without sweating. Thankfully, I now live somewhere that has four very distinct seasons, which means that fall is officially upon us and everything is great in the world.
That said, my enthusiasm is not matched by everyone in my immediate circle. Perhaps you need to spend some time in Southern California — where it's constantly 70 degrees and sunny — to truly appreciate Fall in all its glory. Maybe people just don't drink Pumpkin Spice Lattes anymore. Either way, and as you can imagine, there are some recurring themes surrounding conversations like shared between people who love the Autumn season, and people who don't, including but not limited to: