I followed the link that fellow blogger, Sandra left, about finding your place to live in the USA.

My top four places included two in Massachusetts and two in Vermont.

I lived in Massachusetts until I was twelve. It was a great place to grow up. Maple syrup tapping, apple picking and leaf jumping in the fall, but what I most
remember are cold icy winters and hot humid summers.

Not my idea of bliss in adulthood.

I love my Colorado weather too much.

Not following the trend of wintering in Florida, my parents live in Connecticut during the winter, and love it.

My mother went to school in the same town she now lives and can walk into the town drug store and run into a childhood friend.

She finds it amusing that after living all over the world, she ends up back from where she started. Everything is the same in this old historic town, including the people.

Only it is sixty years later.

I sent the Where to live link off to my family and both my sisters went straight there and reported back.

They also got New England in their top place to live.

What are the odds of that?

None of us actually live in New England, though. Is it a desire to return to roots?

Maybe we all naturally float back to our roots as
we get older. I fantasize about being close to my family, but the webcam and Skype keeps us connected for free.

It occurs to me that I've never been with my parents without living with them.

Let me explain.

When we are together, it is always after a plane trip to or from, by one of or more of us, and therefore we stay with one another and do the complete family thing.

We stay in each others homes, making room for extended stays and clearing out drawers in the bathroom.

We have three meals a day together, bumping into each other in the kitchen, eating and washing up as a team.

The bathroom schedule includes showers on a rotation and standing in line in the mornings.

Everyone goes to the grocery store - it becomes a family outing.

Fun, but...

What would it be like to have family nearby where you get together for a playdate in the park or a quick lunch and then say goodbye without tears and
drama becuase you know you'll see them again in a day or an hour?

What would it be like?

If we all moved to New England we could find out.

I don't see it happening though.

Not this year anyway.

Unless the back to our roots thing becomes magnetizing.