Saying goodbye to the town I have called home for more than 20 years was a very nostalgic experience. Seeing the main square, the covered bridge, the church, the apple orchard, all the places that seemed so mundane when I was growing up were actually the places that helped shape me into the person I have become. Come, say farewell for now, with me.
The following morning the car was packed, the radio was on, and my Dad and I woke in the wee hours of the morning to make the long drive to Ohio.
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| The orchard |
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| The church |
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| The covered bridge |
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| The general store |
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| Hopkinton, the place I will always know as home |
The following morning the car was packed, the radio was on, and my Dad and I woke in the wee hours of the morning to make the long drive to Ohio.
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