FOR REAL. I think I just live in the wrong place for seasons now. I get like 3 days a year to be cozy and make soup and that's just not enough for my southern ass.
FOR REAL. I think I just live in the wrong place for seasons now. I get like 3 days a year to be cozy and make soup and that's just not enough for my southern ass.
I get it. I lived in Tennessee for 25 years before I moved to soCal, and I still miss seasons even though I've lived here forever.
Big same. There's nothing like watching the leaves change in the mountains (I'm from Northern-ish Georgia) and having windy, rainy, spooky falls. I miss the smell of it.
Yes, there's so much mood to fall in the sough.