I'm writing a bit more frequently this month. Guess it's because I'm locked in doors with the pandemic going on. Anyway, today I wanted to tell you about my last day in Walker Creek. The whole memory just kinda shows everything good about that place.
So I mentioned before that I abandoned the shop where it stood, just packed up and left. Word got round that I was leaving, since I sold my house to Andrew Kemper. It was a private sale but that didn't stop anybody. Anyway, after packing up my car and sleeping one more night in my house, I came out and I swear half of the town was there to say goodbye. I shook everyones hand and some people hugged me. It wasn't the first time they showed me support, right after Julia died they all came with food and everything to keep me company for the first few days. That was nice. But it wasn't enough, I had to just be gone. They understood, and it was a pleasant goodbye. Everyone watched as I drove away, and went down those windy rural roads. I got on the highway, and never looked back. Some part of me regrets that. It was a nice place to be. I could go back now if I wanted to, probably. I won't though. Nothing for me there really. It's just a memory. - Trevor
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