I spent last week on the East Coast in Massachusetts for my annual pilgrimage to visit family. It was one of the best trips out there for quite a few reasons. One, my mom didn’t have to work and my aunt and uncle from Sacramento were also there (though my uncle did have to work). And two, this was the first time we managed to see the entire family in the few short days we were there without a funeral being involved. Unfortunately, a full schedule didn’t allow me to visit with any fellow bloggers and I’m still disappointed about that, but I’m sure they’ll understand the whole “family comes first” sentiment and I will always be back again next year.
Normally, I stay fairly close to the family, but this time, we stayed in Andover in the Northern part of the state and a mere two miles from New Hampshire. The moment I found out we would be so close to New Hampshire, I made everyone aware that I wanted to visit. The response: “Why?” My answer: “Why not?”