It's Friday night, Amaya's asleep on the sofa in the sun room, exhausted from a busy week at camp. Next week will be crazy, we've got lots of catching up to do, but tonight is beautiful. The (enormous) yard has been mowed, the floors are clean, the boxes are dwindling in the workshop and garage, the house is peaceful, and I feel relaxed for the first time in forever. It's home and it feels good. Welcome to New Hampshire.