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I went home home this weekend to drop my car off (because I just cannot deal with having a car in the city), and I was lucky enough to get home right during the gorgeous leaf-turning season in New England.  I don't care what you say or where you live - there is nothing like autumn in New England.  It's perfectly crisp and cool, the best weather for snuggling up in or with something warm and fuzzy, and the scenery cannot be beat.

I was lucky enough to go to school close to some prime leaf-peeping areas, and even the area where I grew up has some gorgeous views.  All the different shades of leaves is really quite pretty, and reminds me that no matter where I go, New England will always be my home.