Home is where the heart is, but also the liver, kidneys,
spleen, thyroid gland and etc. I keep all of that stuff in New Hampshire
nowadays, one of the most beautiful states in the Union. My ancestors, through
their sacrifice and selfless toil, brought our family to New England and
planted our roots deep in the unforgiving craggy, granite-pocked New England
soil about seven years ago, where the generations since have prospered. My wife
and I initially settled in eastern Massachusetts but decided after about a year
that except for the license plates and pizza, it looked suspiciously like New
Jersey, so we moved on to New Hampshire. Why New Hampshire? Well, to begin
with, it was cheaper. I’ll admit that. But soon we fell in love with the lush
forests, beautiful seacoast and oozingly scenic mountains. New Hampshire is
famous for its ornery Yankees, but we’ve been blessed with the friendship of
some of the most crotchety among them. In short, somewhere between the
Merrimack and Monadnock valleys we’ve found our little slice of heaven.
