I love New England. It's where I'm from, where I grew up and everything about it is deep rooted inside of me. I guess it's the same for everyone and where they're from, but it was hard for me to explain what it means to be from New England to Greg until he moved to NH. To me, it feels much more subtle than say, Texas, where even those who aren't from there can somewhat grasp what it means to be a Texan because everything is so huge and ridiculous. Littleton is a perfect example of the sometimes inexplicable romance of the north east and I no longer needed to find the words to explain because now Greg knows exactly what I mean.