Ahhh, New England.
What can I say about a place that drowns one in peace and serenity and feels like a step back in time? Alright, maybe less so during the hurricanes, floods, power-outages by the weeks, and killer snowstorms (literally). But overall, I'd say New England must be one of the nation's best kept secrets. The last 12 months have been filled with a roller-coaster ride of experiences that our family could not and would not have known anywhere else.
The roads here look like a bowl of spaghetti. The terrain is green and rocky, flowing with rivers, and filled with wildlife. We have seen everything from bears to birds enjoying the property, and we are grateful they share their home with us. We have felt spiritual growth and physical trials. We have stepped out of our comfort zone, and into a world of new people with different accents and expectations and perspectives. Variety is the word of the year, and we are pleased to find it in all things.
Since our arrival we have seen New York City and Boston, Broadway plays and the Atlantic Ocean, historic sights and the latest medical technologies, enormous mansions and Amish towns. We like to get our ice cream from a place that has been making it since the 1700's. Our post office is a restored barn, at least that old. New England doesn't feel so new, but it's home for us and it has a special place in our hearts. So every day Dave makes the commute from the city to our little town where the birds wake us with the rising sun and the crickets and fireflies provide our evening entertainment. And we soak it up, every bit, every day.