I just got back from New Hampshire last night. It's my home state. I lived there 20 years before I transferred to Ohio State from UNH. I'd say that was the most major crossroad in my life. I look back on that decision and know that it changed my life forever. At the time, I realized that I was on a path to finish college in NH and would probably end up living there forever, which seemed like it would really limit my options. I saw a chance to get out and see more of the world (or at least the country), and make my own way in the world, and wanted to take it. The thing is, I didn't realize it would mean that I would probably never come back. I like my life for the most part, but I know that a big part of me feels like that is where I really belong. There's something different about people in New England. There's something special about the seasons, and seeing the mountains in the back drop every day. There's a feeling of safety and outdoorsiness. I just love the way I feel when I'm there. It just feels like home to me.
I went to see my childhood friends. One is married with a 2 year old (Jen) and the other (Alyshia) was having a baby shower because she's 8 months pregnant.
I also saw a few other friends I grew up with at the shower and two of Jen's siblings. It was a great weekend. I love going up there but it makes me very sad at the same time.
I miss NH. I always say that I left a piece of myself everywhere I've lived. A piece of my heart. I left a big piece in NH. I don't want to move much more in my life because it hurts to leave somewhere you've become attached to. It breaks your heart a little, like a relationship ends.