6 Hours
After around 6 hours in New Hampshire one feels... tired. Gregory and I were sitting on his father's porch as they put up the 'for sale' sign on the lawn. We watched as his brother signed some papers for God knows what and then we watched them all drive away and the neighbourhood became quiet. Now we're back and I'm about to laze a bit on the couch before going out again.
Cheers, all.
Cheers, all.