Home is: Londonderry, New Hampshire

My life thus far has been spent primarily in three New England states: Maine, Massachusetts and New Hampshire. I love them all, but I love New Hampshire the most. Not only is it where I spent the most time growing up amidst moving a lot, but to me it's the perfect hybrid between Maine and Massachusetts. It spans from the cold but beautiful sea to the slopes of its gorgeous mountains. I can't imagine anything better.

We recently drove back to Londonderry, my hometown in New Hampshire, for haircuts and apple picking. Yes, I still drive all the way back for hair appointments. I'd say its three quarters because Salon Bogar is truly that good and one quarter the fact that it gives me a steady excuse to always return home. My parents have since moved elsewhere – my father in Maine and my mother on the North Shore close to me, so any excuse to head back to good ol' l-town, I'm there.

Londonderry is known for two things: its abundance of apple orchards and their ginormous and well decorated high school marching band. Though I would love to revisit a Friday football game for a half time show, we were all about the annual apple picking ordeal. While spending thirty bucks on a bag of apples is honestly ridiculous, it would not be fall without putting on our best fall outfits to walk through the orchards picking fruit right from the tree. The past few years we've gone to an orchard on the North Shore. Doing this ritual in my home town this year made it far more special for me.

We plan to spend our Halloween carving pumpkins, eating our favorite pizza, sipping pumpkin beer and watching an old thriller. Derek proclaimed himself the best pumpkin picker, and I'd say he's right about that.

Spending even just a few hours here filled me right up with such comfort. Home has been a lot of (wonderful) places to me, but New Hampshire will always be the one place that gives me that true sense of roots.