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Personal Narrative: A Place Where I Live: The Hudson Valley

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The place where I live is the Hudson Valley, I have lived here my entire life. I was born in Poughkeepsie, lived in Fishkill for two years and moved to Beacon where ironically the street name is Fishkill Landing. The Hudson valley is a beautiful place to live. The valleys and the historic Hudson River provide a perfect backdrop to any photograph. People are surrounded by the gorgeous foliage wherever they go. Each season can be a mystery to the people that live here, the surprises they bring will either be pleasant or hostile. We never know if the winters will be extremely cold or if the summers will be sizzling hot. Spring and fall are the only seasons that remain the same every year. In the spring the trees that were once bare are budding

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