There is nothing I love more than coming home to family after being gone for so long. I think that’s why it’s never been a problem for me to be so far away, because coming home is just that much better. Things like that always make me question where I’ll live when I’m older. Or where I’ll travel to.
Hopefully everywhere.
New Hampshire is such an amazing place. I’m so proud to say I’m from New Hampshire, even though half the people at USC couldn’t even point out New Hampshire on a map. I will always be proud to have grown up here. I can’t imagine growing up somewhere without the four seasons… the REAL four seasons. There’s just something about the first snow, the first warm day of spring. And the changing of the leaves in New Hampshire is just something I never want to miss. I feel sorry for every person who hasn’t driven through the backroads of New Hampshire, or Maine, Massachusetts, or Vermont on a beautiful fall morning.
There are so many places I want to see and so many things I want to do in this lifetime. I am thankful for being able to check this off on my list.
A Journal For My Journeys 