There’s nothing quite as comforting as coming home.
Whether it’s coming home after a long day at work, or coming home after a year abroad; settling into a familiar place and letting your mind, body and soul fall into a state of peace is one of the best feelings in the world.
There are a few different places I consider home, but Boylston, Massachusetts is the most familiar, comfortable, and beloved of these homes. This is where I’ve spent most of my life, and I don’t truly feel like I’m coming home until I’m on a flight into Boston Logan Airport.
New England has a welcoming charm that exists throughout all seasons.
The summers are warm and breezy, the spring is crisp and promising.
Even the winters can be beautiful despite the bitter cold. Driving through a quiet street with frosted trees hanging overhead like a snowy canopy is a truly stunning sight.
But autumn is the best season, and I am thrilled to experience fall here for the first time in four years. The summer sun still warms the earth but sharp, chilly winds drift through the colorful trees to signal the coming seasonal change.
And, of course, the changing leaves color the earth with warm, glowing hues. The scent of fall that lingers in the air alone is enough to lift my spirits and rekindle my appreciation for New England.
A definite perk of living in central Massachusetts is the abundance of woods. Rich, welcoming forests line every street, calling for adventurers to come and explore the dense wilderness.
In the summer, sweet, juicy berries grow all over the bushes whereas in the spring, vibrant flowers ornament the landscape.
Foxes, deer, birds, squirrels and other animals roam the woods year-round, and there are plenty of marked hiking trails for strolling through the woodland.
But one should always beware of turkey families, which like to randomly waltz into the road and terrify drivers. Also beware of the deer that like to prance in front of your car while driving at night.
Every evening run in New England blesses me with cool breezes and endless shade from towering trees.
Every long drive blesses me with views of deep blue lakes and scenic winding roads.
I sleep better at night with the fresh, icy night air rolling through the windows and I’ll happily devour three apples a day if they come from a local orchard in autumn.
That being said, I’ll shamelessly devour endless s’mores and lobster rolls in summer, or gingerbread cookies and hot chocolate in winter. New England has so many delicious treats to accompany each distinct season, which is part of the fun of living here.
The foliage, the forests, and the fruit definitely contribute to the unique pleasantry of New England, but this area holds something intangible and special that really makes me feel at home.
The wilderness is somehow regal, the weather is fearless and consistently charismatic. The spirit of New England is majestic and heartwarming, even in the dead of winter.
Maybe it’s because after shoveling five feet of snow off your porch, you can sit inside by the fire with a hot mug of tea, watching the snowflakes dance around each other until they find their place on the branches of a giant oak tree.
Or after mowing the lawn in the scorching summer sun, you can dive into a pool, lake, or pond to cleanse your sunburned body with the cold refreshing water.
Or after raking thousands of leaves off the lawn, you can jump off a tree into the massive leaf pile that you just made (this was my favorite part of autumn as a kid).
No matter what the scenario, New England gives you the opportunity to embrace nature and enjoy life in simple ways.
That is what I love about coming home.