Today is November 3rd and the high is going to be 80 degrees. I want to wear leggings and sweaters and boots and guess what I can’t do? Wear all those lovely fall items. And why can’t I? Because it’s literally 80 freaking degrees.
I haven’t been able to cuddle under blankets with hot chocolate. In the mornings it’s chilly and by the afternoon I have pit stains the size of Texas. I can’t enjoy my Pumpkin Spice Lattes like the basic white girl I am cause it’s hot as balls outside.
I want to go hiking in the mountains but guess what? It’s waay too hot to enjoy the beautiful Blue Ridge mountains. Apple Picking? Maybe, if I feel like sweating my ass off. Even Halloween was ridiculously hot. Not fun.
Georgia, if you’re listening, please please please bring me my fall. It’s my favorite season and I haven’t been able to enjoy anything of fall that I enjoy. I want the clothes, the lattes, the beautiful color-change of the leaves, I want it all. Georgia, I’m ready for fall.