It is so nice to be home for the holidays. Stepping out of the airport into the dark, cold, New Hampshire air was as refreshing a feeling as I can remember having in a long time. We spent a couple of nights in Portsmouth, visiting with friends. Walking into the Inn and smelling the toffee and coffee and fresh baked bread brought me home immediately. I had forgotten what a luxury it is to wake up and sip tea in the kitchen with Sally, to have a drink at the Brewery with Jaclyn, to dance at the Red Door. That town is home for me in so many ways. I only lived there for 2 years, but I don't think I've ever established such roots in any other place I've lived. Portsmouth is, by far, my most favorite place to live.