Could I have named this goal “Appreciate my home state”? Certainly, but I’d rather include the name of my home state in this goal. That way, New Hampshirites searching for ‘New Hampshire’ on 43 Things may just find that this goal is something that they want to do. And in learning to appreciate my home state, isn’t proclaiming the name of it proudly a good start?
Like plenty of kids I know, I could hardly wait to get out of New Hampshire when I was younger. It was actually painful for me to live in a place that was, in my opinion, boring, and with nothing to offer by way of fun and culture.
Over a few long years, I’ve grown to appreciate NH—more because I have to be here than for the amazing things the state offers. I want to further my appreciation and love of New Hampshire. It doesn’t mean I’ll live here forever, but it does mean that it will always have a special place in my heart. I want NH to be a place that I will always look forward to coming back to—not only because it’s home, but because it’s New Hampshire.
The beauty of this state has barely been noticed by me since I started my jaded teenage years. I’ve been missing out on so much since I resigned myself to hating my home state! Now, with autumn coming up, the prime time to recognize New Hampshire’s beauty is approaching. New England’s famous fall foliage deserves more than a passing glance from me this year.
Over the summer, I took advantage of both of the bodies of water I live close to: the ocean at my actual house, and the lake at my weekend lakehouse. That was a great start to this goal.
In between taking advantage of all the great activities and sights NH has to offer (snowboarding and hikes, anyone?), I’ll read up on just what makes this state so special. NH locals will probably recognize who Fritz Wetherby is—I’m reading a book of short factual anecdotes on the history of New Hampshire. Did you know that Frost’s ‘Stopping in Woods on a Snowy Evening’ was written about a forest in Derry?
The other book is an unorthodox travel guide to eccentric and bizarre places in New England. I’ve seen a few of them (for instance, a statue of Hannah Duston, Natrive American scalps in hand, hidden away next to some out-of-the-way railroad tracks), but there are a lot more near me that I haven’t yet checked out.