I’m in Woodstock right now and my heart is so happy. We used to go to Poultney a few times to visit my grandparents’ old house — my ultimate happy place, even to this day — and we drove the exact same route today. So much is familiar to me, even when I can’t quite place my finger on why. It’s like some part of my brain buried in my subconscious has been unlocked and is just pumping out all kinds of happy vibes. Craft fairs, Quechee Village, apple cider, birch trees, country general stores, and crunchy, yellow leaves everywhere. Heaven.