There is something about the fall that always feels like coming home. After spending the past ten years and seven years in Florida, respectively, my sister and I relish our time in the district during autumn. Fall in D.C. is something entrancing. Having spent the majority of our lives in a D.C. suburb, we’re no strangers to fall weather and brightly colored leaves. Fall used to be our favorite season before we journeyed to the land of endless summer. Before we come home, we hold our breath, and fervently hope that the leaves hold on to their color just a little bit longer, enough that we can enjoy all of the magnificent colors during our Thanksgiving holiday. Washington D.C. is one of the those places that seems to be defined by a season. During the fall, the fall foliage highlights the old row homes on Capitol Hill. People spend chilly…