Connecticut in the Fall

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The Hartford area is so pretty this time of year. With the fall color in full swing and the crisp air to wake you up every morning, it's everything I like about autumn. There is one small problem:

I think I'm allergic to Connecticut.

It's nothing personal, but ever since I started visiting this state 18 years ago, I have always felt unwell during my stay. I don't know whether it's something in the water or the air, but I just don't feel right. I can't sleep properly and my stomach never settles.

What kills me is that I think this is a very picturesque corner of the country. I always love driving the narrow, winding country roads around hills and through the trees as they change color. I am charmed by what I see, and would love to spend more time just absorbing the views.

I just don't think my body could handle it.

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