Fall is by far my favorite season. I love everything about it...the weather, the leaves, the colors, the smells, the food, Illinois football games, fall retreats, etc. etc. This week is the first time it's really felt like fall, and I am soaking it in! I've been driving with my windows down, having Chai ('cause it tastes like pumpkin), and trying to figure out when I can go to some type of fall festival.
About a year ago, Melissa and I went to Boston - and I've been thinking about it a lot recently. It was only for a long weekend - but we both decided it was one of our favorite places. Here in Springfield, our sense of history is pretty contained to a few places Abe Lincoln used to hang out. In Boston, you can walk around the Old North end, and you feel like you've traveled back in time. You can be downtown, yet see buildings that are older than the Declaration of Independence. I don't know that I'll ever live outside of central Illinois (and don't get me wrong - it has served me well for 23-ish years), but if I did, I want to be close to Boston.