For almost twenty years, I lived in Massachusetts, in an area nestled between the Berkshire Mountains and the Eastern Massachusetts ridge: The Pioneer Valley. My first two addresses were college dorm rooms. The next was a boxy one bedroom apartment, situated behind a small strip mall with a 7-eleven and a liquor store. We picked it because it was on the bus route for the University, and because it was modestly priced — which is really just a nice way of saying crappy. And it was, but we didn’t care because all that mattered was that it was our very own place. We were halfway through school, and our life was a collage of classes, coffee, and part-time jobs. Late at night we would walk up to the 7-eleven, to buy a candy bar to split.
Mountains and Valleys
Mountains and Valleys
Mountains and Valleys
For almost twenty years, I lived in Massachusetts, in an area nestled between the Berkshire Mountains and the Eastern Massachusetts ridge: The Pioneer Valley. My first two addresses were college dorm rooms. The next was a boxy one bedroom apartment, situated behind a small strip mall with a 7-eleven and a liquor store. We picked it because it was on the bus route for the University, and because it was modestly priced — which is really just a nice way of saying crappy. And it was, but we didn’t care because all that mattered was that it was our very own place. We were halfway through school, and our life was a collage of classes, coffee, and part-time jobs. Late at night we would walk up to the 7-eleven, to buy a candy bar to split.