I love that Doug and I explored our state, and I love that we consider it our state. I was remarking to Doug while we were driving (and driving, and driving...) clear across Massachusetts on Saturday that Massachusetts finally feels like home to me. I can go to Connecticut and visit my parents' house, or my sister's house, or Doug's parents' house, and I don't feel at home. The scenery is familiar, but it is not comforting in the way that it's comforting (and, more accurately, comfortable) to get off of our exit on the highway and pass the familiar landmarks as we approach our little street and pull into the driveway of our little house. Given this emotional connection, it's ironic that whenever I visit a cool place like the Berkshires, with its mountains, green spaces, and picturesque Main Streets and general stores, I want to move there. Leave our home and our town and move. I wanted to move to the Berkshires when I was there on Saturday. But maybe you can see why.
We experienced so little of what the area has to offer, but we also did so much. We visited Arrowhead, Herman Melville's Pittsfield home during much of his writing life. Doug enjoyed his time there,



And so is Norman Rockwell a classic, a classic of Americana, and we also visited his museum. What a great museum. Just like the Portland Museum of Art, the collection here is not overwhelming so you can visit the whole place in about two hours. There were some very famous paintings on display, such as Freedom From Want and The Problem We All Live With, and a fascinating exhibit on the photography behind Rockwell's works - how he would photograph his scenes before making a charcoal or painted representation. Rockwell's last studio is also on the museum's grounds, and what lovely grounds they are. Here's a photo of Doug and I standing near Rockwell's studio:

And I could also get used to the quiet, little downtowns throughout the Berkshires, like Rockwell's Stockbridge.



The problem is that getting back home from the Berkshires is a bit of a trek. Almost three hours. Which shouldn't be that bad, but after a long and tiring day it's not something that either Doug or I really wanted to do. So next time we go there it will be for an overnight, and we'll do more than a couple of museums and driving across the New York state line (Because why not? It's right there. Literally.). Maybe we'll catch a performance at Tanglewood. Or maybe we will just drive around and enjoy the greenery. Just being there with the trees and fresh air was nice, and we don't need much more than that.
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