I'm here now—New Hampton edition

I just dropped a table on my big toe, but hey! I got it up fourteen carpeted stairs and am happily typing upon it at last. I have a lil nest all to myself in the woods of New Hampton, New Hampshire. The windows are open wide and I can hear, across the street, the most beautiful song blaring:

I miss home, one week into this new life. But if I had heard this at home it wouldn't have been half as beautiful. Not sure yet why I un-flocked to the place where people are indeed in motion and gentle.