New Coast, New Adventures

I've been living in New Hampshire for a month now. It's interesting how sometimes it feels as though this is perfectly normal and there is no real adjustment. I've working full time. I'm nocturnal. There's not a whole lot different there. And yet sometimes I'm struck by how much I took for granted while living in SF. I find myself craving pho or sushi or real Mexican food. Mango sago and jasmine milk bubble tea, how I miss you. All the organizations and venues whose mailing lists I was on in SF continue to send me updates on all the amazing things I'm missing out on. And yet, as the weather cools and the leaves begin preparing for fall, I can feel that excitement that autumn air brings. I find myself anticipating hikes through colorful woods and hot cider. Sailing with hot tea in the thermos. The aurora borealis. The reemergence of my sweaters from my closet. And, hopefully, visits from a few friends with whom I can share some New England adventures.

Rumney