Ever since I was a young girl, I have always appreciated the subtle, or sometimes not so subtle, changes between summer and fall. From the moment the first chill in the air is felt to the moment the last leaves fall from the trees, I love experiencing every minute of it. When fall is in full swing, I go to the apple orchard that is fairly close to my house to go apple picking—that is probably one of my most favorite parts of the change of seasons.
Another favorite is seeing the change in color of the leaves on the trees around my house. I live in a very rural area, where it is almost impossible to look in one direction without seeing at least ten trees, and when they begin to turn because of the cold weather, it is probably one of the most beautiful sights that anyone could ever see.
Whenever I would look outside my window overlooking my front yard, I saw a wide range of colors from light greens and yellows of the leaves that were just starting to change to deep oranges and reds of more mature leaves. It was almost as if there were paint splatters across the whole landscape; I could look at it for hours!
Going into my freshman year, I have definitely started to miss seeing the beautiful colors of the trees compared to the relative dull colors of the buildings here in Hoboken. But like everything else here, I have adjusted to the differences. Living in a new place is all about adaptation, no matter how slowly or quickly one can do so. If someone can adapt to any situation, they are better off than most. Because I am unable to see the beautiful trees in my yard, I have adapted and can appreciate the sunrise and sunset over the city as New York’s very own fall foliage.
