Next week, I’ll officially be a month into my junior year, and I’m feeling bittersweet about it. I moved into an apartment for the first time, so that nine-month-long summer camp vibe from my old...

Most of us, as young adults going through various emotionally intense situations, at some point may have romanticized the persona of the sad autumn girl. It’s true — there is beauty in that, too, in that quiet existence and that longing for something more out of life. At least, that’s what I feel every time I’m walking down BU’s Comm Ave. and an autumn leaf just happens to flutter past me. In that moment, I become the main character in my favorite Jane Austen novel, carried along not by dialogue on a page but by lyrics that feel like they were written just for me.

Leaf prints have now imprinted the pavements of Commonwealth Ave. and the gushes of wind have left us reaching for sweaters. Fall has finally arrived and a new playlist is definitely needed to get through the next couple months.