These same people complain relentlessly about the weather. It was a glorious sunny windy 12 degrees today and you would of thought it was -50 degrees the way they yelled and agonized. The way they move around from one location to another, I firmly believe they will never be content anywhere and will always be a source of "noise pollution." They certainly are not real New England Yanks. Personally, for me, New England is home, with a capital H.
My roots and integrity run deep. Although its nice to visit other places, my intense homing instinct always brings me back here. DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOUR HOME IS ?
Plant some seeds and find out.