We first entered in May of '07. I'd never lived north of Durham, North Carolina, but I needed it. Snow. Cold. Distance. History. We drove up and passed these signs. These shapes. Welcoming us to ancient villages and hamlets and prayer towns of New England. We left for a time, but we came back. Now our daughter will know nothing but these signs. They'll be just as familiar to her as they were foreign to me. And I'm okay with that.