I grew up on this side of the country, so you'd think I'd be used to life out here. The weather, the people. New England's a whole different world from Philadelphia, though it's similar enough to feel like what I grew up with. Hell of a lot more similar than Wyoming, that's for sure. But it's not Wyoming. I guess I never realized that the big skies out there got under my skin the way they did until I wasn't there anymore, and I still haven't shaken it.
At least Fairharbor has the same sort of small town vibe where everyone knows who you are, and not just because you're a cop. That's something.