According to my Facebook newsfeed, a football game happened Sunday , and somebody lost. It was either the Packers or the Cowboys, or maybe both? Maybe there were simultaneous games? No idea. The only sports game that I actually remember (and that doesn't mean I care) is the Superbowl. I only know when it is because somebody told me they always host a winter ball the night before, and I'm going to said winter ball. And no, I won't be watching the Superbowl; I'll probably go to the gym because it will be empty. *rejoice*

Welcome to my life: I am a heterosexual male who neither follows nor likes sports. My sexuality only matters because we live in a heteronormative society where if I wasn't male, it might be acceptable for me to change the channel to HGTV during the World Series. (Did you know the World Series isn't just one game? I mean, the name gives it away, but my intuition never picked up on it.)

It's not for lack of trying that I'm not into sports. My parents enrolled me in T-ball and soccer when I was a tyke. My biggest memory in soccer is standing on the field watching the rest of the team chase the ball. And no, I wasn't the goalie.

As we can probably all agree, autumn is a really awesome time. If we can't remember, here's why fall is so exciting. And while autumn is good in Virginia, my heart still longs for a few really Connecticut-ish fall-isms. Now onto the list, using more real words than the previous sentence (hopefully).

Fall breezes. Obviously Connecticut is colder than Richmond, and I miss the crisp fall breezes that the North has, which the South lacks. Sure, I can throw a scarf on now, but my neck will sweat, which is sure wouldn't be doing in Connecticut right now.
Lyman Orchards. While this is a really specific one, it was only the mecca of all things fall. Apples, apple cider, pumpkins, hay, hay mazes, ducks, leaves, the whole fall 9-yards.
Cold mornings. Okay, so not cold morning, but slightly colder mornings. Not to the point that your feet turn to popsicles when they touch the ground (yeah, mom, calling you out for the freezer our house became in the winter). But I miss that feeling of a bit of cool air on your face when you wake up, making your bed feel just a little bit better than normal.
Soccer. Okay, so this one doesn't really count. But when I was in Connecticut, fall was soccer season (well, soccer season was every season, but fall soccer season was the best). It's not that Richmond doesn't have soccer, because clearly it does, but fall always reminds me of my youth and kicking a ball around.
Falling leaves. Sure, some are falling here, but not as many as in Connecticut.
My family. Fine, they're not specific to autumn, but we're in that stretch where we're gearing up for the holidays, and there really aren't any good times to head up for a few days before then.

Where do you live? What's fall like in your area? Sound off in the comments below :)

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Things I miss about Connecticut's Fall

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