So I moved to North East Philadelphia on September 20th. I fought back the tears as I drove through the Green Mountain State. Leaving Vermont for the sixth time since my high school graduation was certainly the toughest time. Would I be back? Did I make the right choice in leaving? Was God REALLY calling me back to the greater Philadelphia area? I couldn't fight the tears much longer, but hid them behind my aviator shades I bought at the fair. My bro never noticed- he was asleep in the passenger seat.
In my adventures on the way to Philly, I not only saw hot air balloons in NY, but I picked apples, pears and grapes in my Grandparents back yard. Here are some pictures to prove that blondes really DO have more fun... even if they are fighting back tears of the inevitable.
Enjoy!
P.S. I made it alright to my destination :-) at least that's what my Tomtom said.
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