I am thoroughly enjoying being in Massachusetts. With a view like this, how can you complain? (I didn't think it'd be that small, click on it to make it bigger)
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There are several things that have made me go, "Woah, I'm not in Wisconsin anymore."
- Roads so narrow, there is only one solid, yellow line in a no passing zone.
- There are no ditches. I don't think they exist out here. Occasionally you'll have a sidewalk, but its pretty rare.
- The road signs crack me up. "Thickly Settled: 30 MPH" Not in Wisconsin.
- Reservoirs. They're HUGE.
- Accents. I'm not LOH-rah out here. I'm LAH-rah. It makes me smile.
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