Around Town
A New Canaanite in the Middle of Rural New Hampshire
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“Unless you have been to boarding school when you are very young, it is absolutely impossible to appreciate the delights of living at home. It is almost worth going away, because it is so lovely coming back,” wrote children’s author Roald Dahl. And as a fifteen-year-old New Canaanite who is particularly versed with the situation, I agree unquestionably. Whether it’s my grandmother’s home cooked meals, the St. Aloysius church bells, strolling up Elm Street, getting a summer cone at Baskin and Robbins, or the soothing wail of the train whistle which I can hear from my bedroom window; it’s these hometown details I miss most.